#something something how house's physical pain gets worse when his heart hurts.

[justabunchofdragons]

"you took vicodin" and his face fell in a way i remember seeing when she said he should stop taking methodone or quit (and he decided to quit, because every day is a low level agony and every day no one else limps and every day has a chance to be normal to be cloudless to be free and of course of course you choose freedom) and his voice breaking on "i was scared" because house never admits that he's scared never ever not since his dad left him outside and the cold and the animals and the terror gripped him in a vice for days and "you took vicodin because you didn't want to deal with the pain... pain happens because you care." and grief being something that house is intimately aware of and terrified of, because that means he wasn't good enough - he didn't think quick enough, he failed to meet the bar (his own bar, so high. impossible high. a bar no one else even hopes for.) and pain being ever present and the impossibility of dealing with such a huge emotion when all you do is try to avoid it - and when it comes to you like a release of the floodgates, its the most horrible thing in the world. from a world where emotion is weakness and the only comfort you'll be given is your own, but surely its better to remove the need? of course you avoid it. who wouldn't?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Extended Parting

Synopsis: After being separated from you for so long, Childe finally finds you again.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, fear, pain, crying, allusions to being attacked

Original Request by Anon: requesting requesting! beep bop beep bop ! more foul legacy × reader hurt/comfort, perhaps? :3

hear me out- in the format of a scenario; just pure comfort, reader is perhaps sent of to a dangerous mission/commission while childe is away doing his own thing. when he is going back home however, he stumbles across a group of fatui, taking the reader hostage & hurting them. foul legacy's reaction to his "allies" hurting the love of his life? and how he would take care of the reader after, assuming the reader got pretty severe injuries (even though they're not fetal).

Im a big sucker for this big boi getting all soft when the reader is hurt, and i wanna see more of him just holding the bleeding reader in his arms while trying to comfort them

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Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and eight minutes. That’s how long you’ve been apart, how long Childe has gone without being in your presence, and he’s hated every second of it. Important commission, hah! No commission could be so important that it took you away from him for this long- almost half a month! All of your other missions took you a week, tops, and even then he could barely handle it, missing you more and more as each day passed without a single word or letter. Of course, he admits, it’s not like Childe didn’t also have his own duties to attend to during this time, this extended parting. As usual, he was forced to store Ajax and Childe away, slipping on the mask of Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, and taking delight in violent diplomacy. But even fighting and bloodshed did little to satiate his longing for you; how much he wished to see your wonderful smile and that keen twinkle in your eyes, hear your lovely voice, cradle you in his arms and kiss your cheeks- Childe groans, burying his face in his hands. It makes him irritable, constantly yearning for you, and Foul Legacy is even worse. His Abyssal half is constantly clawing at the back of his mind, worrying his talons and whining as he asks why they haven’t seen you yet? Where are you? When will you be back? He wants cuddles something fierce, desperately seeking out the attention and affection you always give him only to find that you’re nowhere near. They’re both so lonely without you, only each other for company, and Childe has to physically bite his hand to prevent Legacy from simply snatching control of their body away and flying off to find you. With a sigh, the Harbinger wipes the blood from his blades, then his hands, and finally his face, ginger hair all wild and unruly. At the very least, today was when he would finally return home to Liyue. He never thought somewhere other than Morepesok could be considered home, but it turns out that “home” is wherever his heart is, and he gave it to you long ago to keep safe from everything that hurts.

Home… Childe’s mind drifts back to the house you both share, a small smile instinctively tugging at his lips. With a quiet snap of his fingers and a salute, his underlings are dismissed- they’ll be going back to the Fatui Headquarters in Snezhnaya. Childe, however, packs his supplies near the road back to the harbor city, waving the agents away, and the moment they’re out of sight his smile widens into a full-on grin, a delighted gleam in his azure eyes. 

Even just thinking about you seems to bring out the best in him, Foul Legacy chirping happily in the back of his head when Childe reassures him that yes, they’ll be seeing you again soon. If you’re done with that horribly long commission of yours, that is, which he’s sure that you are- even the most arduous never take up to three weeks. Despite being exhausted, he finds a spring in his step, dust swirling as his boots land against the dirt path. You, you, you- he’s going to see you again, his beloved and most treasured. Childe almost glows with energetic joy as he jogs, as if he never fell into the Abyss at all. His hand twitches, Foul Legacy begging and pleading to be let out after spending so long locked away, but Childe hushes him gently. You’ve said that you like it when he’s kind to Legacy and Legacy is kind to him- they are part of each other, after all, and you love both of them- so he tries to treat the monster as a friend rather than a weapon, and with a huff Legacy settles back down. Something faint and distant as the moon pierces the night, and Childe pauses, ears pricking. He tilts his head to listen, and for a moment he hears nothing but silence. Until- there, there! A scream! It’s far off, over the next hill, but unmistakably there. Even from a distance Childe can hear the desperation, the terror burning into his bones like a raging fire with a familiarity that makes him stop in his tracks.

No… no, it couldn’t be. It can’t be- Please, please let him be wrong- Childe’s feet carry him towards the sound, dread spiraling and twisting in his gut as another awful shriek rings out and he looks up, eyes widening. He was right. Oh, he was right, and he wishes he wasn’t, because it’s you. It’s you, gripping your weapon like a vice and covered in blood, expression filled with panic and fear and pain. It’s you, still in your adventurer’s gear, bag packed with whatever stupid, insignificant item the commission wanted. It’s you, surrounded by Fatui agents- not his, thank the Archons- the rest of them laughing and sneering. It’s you, hurt and scared and looking as if you’re about to collapse onto the ground and never rise. It’s you, and Childe’s veins freeze over with cold, splintering ice. You’re pressed against a ruined wall, swiping the blade in your hands at the soldiers, who merely snicker at your weakened attempts. The leader- one of those Electro vanguards with a giant hammer- smacks the weapon aside and seizes your arm, and you let out an involuntary yelp of pain as tears prick in your eyes. The yelp is all the motivation he needs, and Childe barely feels his restraint shatter like glass. They never even saw it coming, Foul Legacy throwing his spear and ripping the agents apart as fast as lightning, vibrant purple sparks searing the grass as he roars, driven only by wrath and fury. The vanguard who grabbed you so violently shouts in surprise and horror- then everything goes silent, apart from Legacy’s heavy breathing, claws dripping with blood. He exhales, curling his talons into fist with a tight crackling noise, letting out a low, guttural growl of rage. You bite down fiercely on your tongue, trying to stay quiet, but you can’t help but gasp in pain as the slashes in your body flare, and Foul Legacy’s anger burns away as quickly as a dying candle. He turns and rushes to you, chittering frantically, only to freeze when he sees you stiffen, petrified with fright. His chirps and trills lower to soft croons, gentle and sweet and familiar, crouching slowly to your height and holding out a hand. He tentatively inches forward, hand extended and palm up, claws curling delicately around your wrist when you desperately reach for him. “A-Ajax…?” Legacy’s Abyssal heart cracks, and he swiftly gathers you in his arms, whimpering and nudging his forehead against your cheeks as you cling to him and let out anguished, hitching cries. You suck in a breath when his talons ghost over a wound, and Legacy almost sobs with despair. Some part of him- the rational, trained soldier that is Childe- tells him to get you home, heal you, make sure that you’re well- he carefully gets to his feet, holding you close to his armored chest and adjusting your head so it’s pillowed by his lavender fluff. You shudder with pain again, and Legacy gently licks his tongue over the shallow scrapes on your face, cooing softly; with a flutter of his glimmering wings he takes to the sky, his arms cradling you like you’re made of crystal and gold.

He lands near your shared home not ten minutes later, hastily unlocking the door with the key he always sees Childe using. The house is quiet and a little dusty from being empty for so long, but your bed is as soft as ever as Legacy delicately lowers you down onto the mattress. Childe is the one who tells him what to do, again, guiding his claws to gently wrap your wounds with snow white gauze. None of them are fatal, and Legacy thanks his constellation with a grumbling sigh of relief. A quiet croon slips out when he sees you fading in and out of consciousness, sweetly cupping your cheek with a clawed hand- he’s shaking. Why is he shaking? He’s not the one who nearly died- but your hand comes up to weakly grasp his, and Legacy’s heart melts and breaks and patches itself up all over again.

Your lips twitch into a shaky smile, exhausted, your fingers resting on Legacy’s and soothing the minute trembles running through his body. The Abyssal creature- your wonderful, sweet Abyssal creature- blinks slowly at you, crystalline eye filled with tears that drip down his crimson face and pool in the divots of his mask as he fights to contain the sobs that threaten to break out, and when you reach up your other hand, covered in bandages, to caress his cheek, his breath hitches and he collapses into your arms, burying his head against your neck and weeping. In a whispered voice you coo and murmur and hum to him, repeated words of “it’s okay, I’m here, I’m okay”, and he tries so, so hard to do it back to you, his own sounds cracked and stuttering, something along the lines of “don’t leave, I miss you, I’m sorry”, or as close as he can say with a mouth made for biting and gnashing. Your hands lightly tug him closer- or rather, your hands tiredly loosen and he moves to follow them- until he’s close enough for you to press a soft kiss to his forehead. Legacy immediately purrs, tearful and whimpering, and your silent offer of lifting up the blanket is met with an instance moth monster at your side, curling around your body and holding you close. He’s careful not to squeeze you, trying to get as close as possible and mold his form around yours as you rake your hands through his fluffy coppery hair, drawing more deep, comforting rumbles from within his chest, the type he makes when you’re dreadfully ill.

Cats’ purrs are healing, so you’ve heard. Perhaps Abyssal beasts’ purrs are much the same. Slowly, your eyes begin to droop, and you yawn, exhausted and worn. Foul Legacy quietly nudges you, a croon of reassurance falling from his fanged maw, claws dancing over the wraps on your skin now stained brilliant red. It hurts, it hurts like fire- but you’re safe. Safe in your bed, and in Legacy’s arms, and the tension leeches from you and dissipates into nothing. You vaguely hear a soft melody, low and rumbling and familiar from when you’ve sung Foul Legacy to sleep, and the arms around you tighten ever so slightly as the sun finally dips beneath the horizon into the locked box of night. Two weeks, three days, eight hours, and thirty minutes. That’s how long Foul Legacy refused to let you out of his sight, even after your injuries had closed and healed.

[mytheoristavenue]

Aki, Denji, & Power Period Comfort!

Summary: Having four roommates in a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment is complicated enough, but it's even worse when you discover you're the only one to have a period.

Warnings: All platonic, fem!reader, period comfort, fluff, takes place just after season one, just three idiots trying their best

🌸 None of you were very enthralled when Makima ordered you to move into Aki's apartment, seeing as it was already overcrowded. He had half a mind to pile you in with Denji and Power, or make you sleep in the living room but Makima convinced him to accommodate you properly. To his dismay, that meant sharing his room with Denji and letting you share with Power.

🌸 As much as you hated the arrangement, you adjusted. Luckily, Power tended to end up sleeping on the floor in a nest of blankets and dirty clothes, cuddled up with her cat, which gave you the bed to yourself most of the time.

🌸 That came especially in handy in times like these. This was the first period you'd had since moving in and it was especially bad. You'd been in terrible pain all morning, curled up with a hot water bottle like it was your lifeline. Luckily, Meowy had sensed your discomfort and came to cuddle with you for a change.

🌸 "Cat thief!" You heard from your roommate as she stirred awake to find her beloved companion's betrayal. "Unhand my darling Meowy!" Yeah, you definitely weren't in the mood for her crap today, lifting the cat, much to it's dismay and setting it on the floor.

🌸 "It came to me, jeez," You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. "Not trying to steal your cat, you psycho."

🌸 Before you knew it, the feral girl was pressing her nose into Meowy's fur in pursuit of something, turning her face to the air, sniffing it as well. "The scent of blood is in the air, did you hurt my cat?" She asked accusingly before giving a smug grin. "I see, you tried to take him and he scratched you, is that it?"

🌸 "No, dipshit, I'm on my period." You groaned, patience already thinner than trace paper. Power gave you the most condescending look she was capable of, explaining that a period was a grammatical symbol of punctuation, not a physical thing you could lay on. You paled, staring at her blankly. "Power, do you not have a menstrual cycle?"

🌸 "Of course not!" She huffed. "Fiends are incapable of organic reproduction! Such is a human weakness!" Great, the only other girl in the house had no clue about girl problems. You went on to explain a few things to her, such as what a period is and why it had you so disgruntled. "Ahh, so that explains your paler complexion, you're suffering from blood loss!"

🌸 If there is only one thing Power understood, its blood and how a lack there of can affect the performance of the body. She thought to herself before getting an idea. "Iron, you need iron!" She decided, scrambling to her feet, darting to the kitchen.

🌸 You couldn't help but laugh. She wasnt not the brightest, especially when it comes to human affairs, but it warmed your heart to see her so eager to help solve your probelm, even if she didn't fully understand it. Just as you were about to get out of bed and see what she was up to, you heard a voice that makes you cringe.

🌸 "Yo, stop pullin' everything outta the fridge, dumbass!" Your shoulders slumped, knowing Power would surely explain her antics to Denji, who you were certain would be disgusted.

🌸 "Unhand that contianer, I'm on the hunt for red meat!" Your roommate shouted, sparking an altercation. "(Y/N)'s life hangs in the balance! She's bleeding out, she needs iron!" Her words seemed to quell his irritation and before you knew it, he'd barged into your room, panic written all over his face.

🌸 "Holy shit, are you dying?!" You couldn't hide your annoyance, pinching the bridge of your nose as his eyes scanned you worriedly.

🌸 "I'm not dying, I'm not bleeding out, and my life does not hang in the balance." You grumbled, brow twitching. "I'm just on my period."

🌸 "Oh, gross," The look on your face told Denji he'd made a mistake with that comment and he was quick to backtrack. "I-I mean, uh, it's cool, it's totally natural! I-I think..."

🌸 "You're an idiot." You deadpanned, pointing out the door to usher him out. To your dismay, he came right back with a stale pillow and blanket. He nervously fluffed the naked pillow and shoved it behind your back, spreading the blanket out on top of you. You couldn't stay mad at him, he was trying.

🌸 "Oh shit, periods like- hurt, right?" He thought aloud, leaving again and returning with a bottle of generic painkillers. "Oh wait, you need a drink, uh, hold on." He tossed the bottle at you and scrambled back to the kitchen, before bringing you a soda.

🌸 "Can I have some water instead?" You asked politely, trying to hide your amused smile. He looked between you and the soda can, puzzled.

🌸 "I mean, I guess," He accepted suspiciously. "What, you don't like soda anymore?" Before you can explain to him the link between the pain and the caffeine in the drink, Power bursted into the room, shoving him to the side and pushinng a plate of raw red meat into your lap.

🌸 "You dumbass, humans can't eat raw meat, it's bad for us!" Denji scolded, grabbing the plate and handing it back to her. "You have to cook this shit!"

🌸 "I don't know how to cook!" Power argued back childishly. "Besides, the bloodier the meat, the more iron it will restore to her bloodstream! It has to be raw!"

🌸 "Listen, humans can't digest raw shit like that! If (Y/N) eats that she'll probably die of salmonella or somethin'!" You didn't have the heart to explain that that's not how such a bacteria was passed on, but you did agree that, knowing Power's hygiene habits, she could give you salmonella.

🌸 You groaned, letting them bicker until the front door opened, slamming shut. "Why the hell is my kitchen in shambles right now?" Aki bellowed prompting both of your 'care takers' to scurry away.

🌸 "(Y/N) is dying of blood loss!" Power informed him, urging how dire the situation is.

🌸 "Nuh-uh, dipshit, she's just on the rag." Denji rolled his eyes at her concern.

🌸 "And that means you destroyed my kitchen and piled all the raw beef we had on one plate, why?" Aki narrowed his eyes at the pair. "Mind explaining further?"

🌸 "She has to build up her iron levels!" She growled, irritated that nobody is listening to her expertise. Denji continued to argue, thinking surely, she's full of crap.

🌸 "No, that's actually true," Aki admitted with a heavy sigh, already beginning to clean up her mess. "Red meat contains iron and when you lose a lot of blood, you develope an iron deficiency. Eating iron rich foods help replenish your iron levels faster." He explains, finally putting Power's words in a way the boy would understand.

🌸 "But she just can't eat a fuck ton raw meat!" Denji huffed, more irritated that he was wrong than anything else.

🌸 "Also true," Aki sighed, taking out a skillet and setting it on top of the stove, pulling the plate closer. "Look, I'll take care of this. Denji, go run a hot bath, Power, you go see what kind of products she uses and what snacks she likes."

🌸 Power came back and asks you what you prefered for this time of the month. After both of their tasks are completed, Aki sent them both to the nearest corner store with a specific list of what to buy.

🌸 After they left, he peered into the room calmly. "Denji ran you a bath, go ahead while I make you some food." He suggested kindly tilting his head towards the bathroom. You thanked him, relieved to have someone who sort of understands.

🌸 By the time you got out if the bath, you were much more relaxed, muscles no longer as sore. To your suprise, your fuzziest pajamas were sitting on the sink along with a warm towel. Exiting the bathroom, you realized Denji and Power were back, bags still in hand.

🌸 Aki waved you over to the table, inviting you to sit down with them all. When you did, he served you a portion of broccoli and beef. After lunch, he took the dishes, giving the other pair a chance to pass off what they bought you.

🌸 You didn't miss the pink in Denji's cheeks when he handed you a specific bag, tied off at the top. You correctly guessed that it was the one containing the products you'd asked for. Aki walked back over and sits back down as Power starts to hand you snacks.

🌸 She piles your arms with junk food, decaffeinated drinks, and dark chocolate. "Aki forbade us from buying anything with caffine!" She explained, annoyed, as if the idea was inconvenient for her specifically.

🌸 "Caffine will make you feel worse than your already do." He explained, passing over a still packaged electrical heat pad and a small stuffed bear. "These are just for comfort."

🌸 After spending a bit of time them, thanking them for their help, you decided to curl up in bed and test out the heating pad. You most definitely didn't expect to find your bed with many more blankets and pillows than you'd left it with. It had effectively become a nest of comfort and Meowy was already waiting to do its part in helping you recover. The sight made your eyes water a bit.

🌸 Power had tried to cuddle with you as well, reasoning that her body heat would also help, but Aki quickly shut her down, banishing both her and Denji to the living room. To ensure they left you alone, he sat on the balcony, watching them while blowing through a pack of cigarettes. Though he'd tried not to let on, he was a bit worried about you, texting you frequently as the day drug on. He'd seen you take bullets with less trouble so it was hard to imagine what kind of pain had you doubled over in bed.

🌸 'You okay?' 'Need anything?' 'Idiots being too loud?' He'd silently check up on your throughout the day, never going to physically check unless you'd left him unanswered for longer than an hour. He wanted to let you sleep if you could.

🌸 When you felt better, you were sure to wear your mood outwardly to show them how well their caretaking had worked. You thanked them endlessly in the next few days, always willing to spend time with them to show your gratitude. Power was happy to have you at full strength again, and to once again be the center of her cat's attention. Denji was glad he would no longer be subjected to your mood swings, at least for a while. (also that Power would sneak him some of your snacks after she deemed them unnecessary due to your period ending.) Aki was just relieved to see you felt better, being the 'dad friend' of the house.

🌸 Ranking of how they handled it:

🌸 Power: 7/10

Very willing to help, just clueless of where start. She feels a kinship with you, being the only other girl in the apartment. Blood is her area of expertise, so she knows a surprising amount about what will help on a logical level, she just doesn't really get how to safely put that knowledge to practice.

🌸 Denji: 5/10

Doesn't really care as much as the others, but they're freaking out about it so it must be important! He's mainly concerned with your pain. Knowing he's seen you take some serious blows that left you with little change in demeanor, it makes him a little nervous to see you so pale and dizzy. He doesn't really know how to help, but he's not opposed to learning. He secretly does think it's pretty gross, but when Aki explains he'll have to know this stuff if he ever wants to get a girlfriend, he's a over it.

🌸 Aki: 10/10

Knows exactly what you need, thanks to his experience with the women around him, especially Himeno. She definitely overshares with him enough for him to understand what to do. He knows the fundamentals and is able to steer the other two in the right direction. Very knowledgeable and level headed, but a bit of a worrier. Will text you if you are in the bathroom too long and will remind you to pack products before you leave for work.

Let's face it, me writing for Chainsaw Man was only a matter of time, I've been cooked since the first episode.

[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 2

Tommy Shelby x reader

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Thank you so much for giving this little idea so much love 💕 it means a lot! Thank you for taking the time to read and share your thoughts

Word count: 2,695

The house was quiet, it was probably pretty late by now, but at least the initial commotion was calmer now. Tommy’s eyes focused on the flame flickering on the bedside table, the room was quiet. Then his eyes darted to Y/N… his best friend seemed so vulnerable, so small. He had seen the marks her father left on her back it was a horrible sight and now it looked worse. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough by the unplanned pregnancy, Y/N would have to deal with the physical pain as well.

He studied Y/N’s face for a minute, taking in the swollen eyes from crying too much, his heart aches for her, she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. She held a special place close to his heart since they were kids.

“Do you’ve a minute?” Polly asked.

As she realized the doubt in her nephew’s eyes, she assured him that Y/N would sleep for a while. After cleaning her injuries and adding a strong ointment to the wounds on her back, Polly checked the baby and gave Y/N a tea to help her sleep.

Tommy gave Y/N one more look and covered her arm with the thin sheet, but was careful enough to not hurt her before he walked out of what was once Ada’s room in Watery Lane.

“What happened?” He found Polly downstairs stomping her cigarette on the ashtray. Earlier, she didn’t ask questions, she just rushed to take care of Y/N’s wounds just she had done so many times when they were kids, and eventually teenagers on the brick of trouble every time.

“Y/N is pregnant, the son of a bitch told her he wasn’t sure the baby is his.”

“And that’s why her father hit her like that?!” She asked scandalized. “He’s an animal.”

“How’s the baby, really?” He asked with genuine concern.

Polly sighed. “She was smart to offer her back, so the belt wouldn’t hit in any compromising area, but I’d keep her in bed just in case.” She suggested.

“Tommy,” Scudboat apologized for the interruption, “we found the vehicle, Scott has been hiding in the house, do you want the men to enter and get him?”

Leaning on the counter, Tommy considered his options for a few seconds. “No, keep someone watching his house at all times, he might try to escape.”

As the blinder left him again alone with his aunt, Tommy expressed out loud a decision he had already made.

“We can’t leave her alone Pol.” He clenched his jaw. “She’s on her own, that bastard just used her and her family won’t help her with the baby yo-you saw how they hurt her.”

“I know.” She added breathlessly stopping for a second as she got the kettle. “They turned their backs on her when she needed them the most.”

“Sort a doctor tomorrow morning to make sure they’ll be fine.”

“And then what?” Pol stared at him.

“I just got a house, still needs a few things… I can take Y/N there, because if she stays here, she’ll see her parents all damn day.”

“In the meantime if she needs another place, there’s my house as well.”

Tommy folded his arms against his chest and nodded profusely.

“Poor Y/N… she’ll have a hard time with people pointing fingers at her all the time.” Polly shook her head.

Tommy remembered the long stares and whispers over Ada, when she suddenly got married and started showing no long after. He had been forced to walk around with the gun in his hand for several weeks. They even kicked her out of a boutique once she tried buying a dress and Tommy had to stop by with a few men until his sister got the dress that she wanted.

“I’ll blind anyone who dares to do something against Y/N.” He stated firmly pouring some whiskey finally.

“What happened?” Finn asked looking from his brother to his aunt.

“If anyone asks,” Tommy pointed a finger at him, “you haven’t seen Y/N here alright?”

Finn frowned. “But I haven’t seen her.”

“Exactly.” Tommy agreed walking towards the fireplace, he added a few pieces of wood and then took a seat in front of it. Pondering on the previous events, worry installed on his shoulders of what might happen. Anger spreading on his body at the thought of his best friend being humiliated by her useless boyfriend, after all she had done for the prick and he had the audacity to doubt the baby was his. Thanks to her, Scott got the chance to be a blinder, and with that endless benefits.

One of his men knocked desperately and as Tommy went to see what was happening he heard the best news of the day.

“We followed Scott, he was at the train station.”

He took the remaining of his drink in a swing. “Was?”

“The boys took him to the warehouse, he had a ticket to escape.”

Tommy gave his aunt a look. “If Y/N wakes up, send someone to let me know.”

As Polly saw them disappear, her eyes darted upwards, in a silent prayer. She knew Scott wouldn’t live a day without regretting his decision. Taking her cup of tea with her, she decided to look for some clothes and clean sheets to provide to Y/N while they sorted everything out.

Y/N was considered part of the family, she and Tommy had always been close, in a way Y/N was the only person who could understand her nephew. The one who he trusted the most.

She decided to go to the church the following morning to light a candle and pray for Y/N and the baby.

Taking a deep breath and one of her eyes cracked a bit open. As everything started to hurt so bad, her chest felt heavy as memories from what had happened hit Y/N hard. Word by word her parents had said replayed in her mind.

A single tear rolled down from her eye to her nose. With trembling fingers, Y/N moved one of her hands to the yet non-existent bump. It was still early to start showing but she couldn’t help but think her baby was starting to grow inside her.

Despite the circumstances, Y/N felt like giving her own life for this baby. It didn’t matter that Scott or her family decided to leave her.

Tommy opened the door carefully to not wake Y/N up, but to his surprise she was already awake.

“Go on… say it.” She was waiting for Tommy’s lecture.

Scott had turned his back just like her parents. All the people she thought she could rely on showed her to not take them for granted.

But Tommy shook his head.

“How are you feeling?” He asked taking the chair in the corner to place it next to the bed.

“Like a total failure.” She admitted with tears in her eyes.

“Y/N.” Tommy didn’t know what to say to make her feel better, to help her. “Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly and covered one of her hands with his own.

Y/N started biting the inside of her cheek to prevent more tears to come out. But looked at her best friend anyways.

“You’re not alone, I know you’ve a lot to take in at the moment… but you can count on me for everything.” He offered sincerely.

She didn’t feel worth any of this, she felt dirty, stupid for believing in Scott’s love words. How could she have been so naïve?

“Why?” Her voice broke. “Why do you want to help me when I’ve done everything wrong?”

“Don’t do this to yourself.” Tommy swallowed hard. “Don’t let them get in your head, I know how it is, but this isn’t your fault.”

“Of course it is! I gave myself away to Scott, I’m just another whore.”

Tommy lost his control, he didn’t want her to feel this way.

“You’re not a whore. You did it out of love and that’s not something to regret.”

“I deserve this, my father is right.” Y/N shook her head, she angrily wiped a tear away.

“No, you don’t deserve this shit happening. Y/N you’re a good woman an-”

Y/N’s grandmother asked if she could walk into the room. Tommy felt grateful for the interruption because he didn’t know how to deal this situation. He didn’t want to say that he had warned Y/N about her now ex boyfriend and make her feel worse than she already did.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

At least he got a chance last night at the warehouse to make the bastard pay for playing with Y/N’s heart. Tommy made it very clear he better disappear from her life for good because if he ever saw him again, he wouldn’t let him walk twice alive.

He had been a few punches away from killing Scott. But the image of Y/N holding a baby in her arms stopped him… he wouldn’t be responsible for killing that baby’s father, even though Scott definitely deserved it. So he limited himself to leave a little warning, a message.

“This is a mess, Y/N feels so guilty for getting into this.” Tommy announced walking into the kitchen. He found his sister and aunt making breakfast.

Tommy’s eyes fixed on Karl and he was taken back in time to when Ada thought he had betrayed Freddie. He was a lot of things, but he’d never cause a pain like that to a child. At least not one of his own people.

From the beginning, he knew Scott was a piece of shit, but Y/N seemed so happy and thrilled, how would he step in to destroy her happiness? He never imagined he’d have to help her pick up the broken pieces of her heart. The sudden presence of Polly close to him made him snap back into reality, she stepped closer to help him light the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth.

Tommy moved his eyes towards his nephew, he was playing with a truck on the floor. Perhaps he was overthinking but he didn’t know what would he answer when Y/N’s child asked about his or her father.

“Ada would you talk to Y/N?”

“About what?”

“When you got pregnant…” he began with embarrassment in his eyes to talk about that. “It’s something similar.”

They’ve come a long way ever since, but Tommy still regretted the time they spent apart. Family was everything to him.

“And what do you want me to say Tommy? Her boyfriend dumped her, it’s not the same I got married.”

He sighed in frustration. “I just want Y/N to feel our support.”

“You’re going to make her feel overwhelmed! I know how noisy you can be.” Ada protested.

Tommy scoffed, he felt offended by his sister’s words. He just wanted to help Y/N.

“I’ll talk to her.” Polly intervened placing some food on a tray to give Y/N.

“Thank you.”

Ada clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. Her eyes boring into her brother.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

But Ada turned the corner of her mouth down and shuddered. “Nothing it’s just strange to see you go above and beyond for someone.”

As she walked out of the kitchen, Tommy found himself thinking of her words. She was telling the truth but… but how could he stand there and do nothing for Y/N?

He knew her like the palm of his hand, she had been by his side since forever, encouraging him to follow his dreams, telling him the truth right in his face when he messed up. Even he didn’t want to hear it.

There was no other way to do this, she’d have his entire support through the pregnancy and whatever she might need afterwards.

“Mr. Shelby!” Y/N’s grandmother shouted from upstairs.

Tommy skipped a few steps and when he reached Ada’s old room, he found Polly holding Y/N’s hair back, she had been sick and her grandmother was trying to hold her trembling body.

“I’m sorry Pol. Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry for? With everything you’ve been through it’s not a surprise your stomach can’t handle food. Tommy help me here.” His aunt asked him to take her place so Y/N could use his strength as support. “Take her to that chair, while I sort this out.”

Following Polly’s instructions, Tommy lead Y/N carefully to the chair in the corner while his aunt and Y/N’s grandma changed the bedsheets. Ada joined them a moment later with a glass of water. “Try some crackers, it helped me with sickness during my pregnancy.” She offered taking the sheets downstairs.

Y/N groaned feeling embarrassed and mortified for everything. As soon as she smelled the food her stomach protested, but she felt bad for telling Polly something so she decided to just eat the food. But the moment she got the first bite, she couldn’t help it and it ended in her throwing up and making a mess.

“I want to thank you for taking care of her.” Y/N’s grandmother admitted taking her hand.

“I was just thinking…” Tommy started to say, “You could come with me to the new place I got.” Then he turned to face her grandmother. “It’s outside the city, away from curious eyes and it’s surrounded by trees.”

“No.” Y/N stated.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea dear.” Her grandma smiled at Tommy. “Fresh air could help her.”

Y/N sighed frustrated with herself, with the situation.

“Think about it, yeah?” Tommy suggested. “That way you won’t run into your parents everyday, and you can walk to the lake to relax.”

“He’s right.” Her grandma approved. “You’ll feel grateful to be away from the drama.”

“Perfect! Looks like you got it all figured out Tommy.” She snapped. “Just like my mother who wanted to send me to her aunt’s farm.”

She knew this wasn’t fair, he was the only one offering support, but she couldn’t help it, she felt on the brick, like everything was falling apart. And she was angry with herself.

Polly pushed Tommy away and gently grabbed Y/N’s arm. “Sweetheart all of this worry isn’t right for the baby. For the first time, I think going to that house is the best idea.”

“Unfortunately your choices are limited my darling.” Y/N’s grandma spoke softly. “But you should know that these wonderful people are trying to help you.”

She was trying to be strong, to pretend this didn’t hurt her, but truth is he world was crashing down. And this was only the beginning.

That seemed to click on Y/N’s mind because she gave a small nod, her lower lip gave in and it started quivering, then the tears started to fall down her cheeks.

“Thank you so much.” Y/N sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” Emotions took over her.

Her grandma pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her arms protectively around her just like she did when she was a child. “The Lord removed some people from your life but look at the angels he placed right away.”

Tommy saw Polly dabbing the corner of her eyes with her sleeve.

“This baby will grow surrounded by people who really love him or her.” He assured her.

“Now how about I help you take a bath? The doctor should arrive shortly.” Polly offered rubbing her back.

Her grandma squeezed between them. “I better go, said I was going to church.”

“Thank you for coming gran.” Y/N gave her a tight hug.

As they moved to get things done, Polly stopped her nephew before he could walk downstairs. “You’re brave for helping her like this.”

“I can’t leave her on her own.” He tried to explain, but Polly interrupted him.

“Your mother raised you right.” She then, in an unexpected move touched his shoulder. “She’d be proud of you.”

Part 3

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SMUT REQ LESGOOOOO

Male reader and Tom are from the Wool's orphanage and they grow together, so ofc it would be natural for Tom to think that they would end up together, right? To have reader standing beside him as he becomes the Dark Lord? Wrong. Reader never considered him more than a best friend or a brother that should be protected. So when there's a rumor abt reader dating someone Tom was furious, he went to search reader to confirm the rumor (which is not true) but alas, he's too furious to listen so he fuck him dumb, and Tom started speaking parseltongue while getting it on

Bruh idk how to explain this lmao, English is hard 😔 But hey u can make the setting for this one when Tom was alr a Dark Lord (daddy) or when he's in the 7th year.

Rumor - T. R. x male!Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this 😅 My writing motivation has been a little skewed lately. However, I did it! And I hope you like it!

I changed the parseltongue part to him speaking it when he gets angry enough because it just helped the story along more. I hope that’s okay.

It’s unedited with no use of Y/N. I think I tagged everything, but let me know if I missed something please! 💛

And of course, this fic contains explicit sexual content so ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!!!!

CW: Possessiveness; mentioned failed love confessions; angst; a mention of horcruxes; anger, lots of anger; murder mention; Tom gets a bit physical with reader; dubcon touching; dubcon sexual content, (consent is there, but not referenced); handjob; doggy style, I think?; Tom ties reader’s hands with a belt; anal sex; anal penetration; no lube mentioned; dirty talk; aftercare; slightly fluffy ending; also, this takes place after Hogwarts so Tom and Reader are both of age!!!!

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You were Tom Riddle’s best friend.

Everyone knew it. He’d made sure of it as soon as your friendship had been born. You were his friend. First and foremost, above anything else.

You were his. His friend. His follower. Almost his lover even.

Not anymore.

From as far back as he could remember until his seventh year of school, you’d been by Tom’s side. The two of you grew up together. Shared classes together. Practiced dark magic spells together.

And then graduation came and ruined everything.

He hadn’t meant it to. When he’d confessed to you, he’d thought you’d felt the same. Thought you’d felt the spark between you. The feverish heat that came with late night talks and too long glances.

But no.

You hadn’t seen Tom as anything more than a friend. Even worse, you’d called him your little brother. It had made him sick, to think that all that time he’d been pining after you, you’d never even looked his way.

So he’d cut you out of his life. Carved you out of his heart and left a bleeding hole there instead.

It hurt every day you weren’t there.

But he’s stronger now. He has Abraxas and Bellatrix to take your place.

He never finds himself clutching his chest, gripping so hard his knuckles turn white from how strong the pain is of missing you. Never. Not even once.

Not even making a horcrux hurt as badly as missing you.

But Tom was content. He was fine. He had other followers who were just as loyal as you’d been. He didn’t need you anymore.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

It all changed the moment your name fell from Abraxas’ lips.

Tom’s head snaps up immediately, eyes cold and intense. “What did you say?”

Abraxas blanches, as if realizing his mistake. “My Lord. I just— I didn’t mean—“

“What did you say?” Tom’s voice is low, almost a hiss of warning.

“I— I said that Lestrange saw him out with someone. A— A woman, it looked like.”

The fury is slow building, but its intensity could’ve fueled countless more murders. Tom rises slowly. He stands, his aura sucking the life out of the room.

“I will return.”

With that, he sweeps out of the room, a cold blaze of fury and betrayal following in his wake.

Neither Abraxas or Bellatrix try to follow.

He finds you in your house. Whether he knocked or not, you’re surprised to see him all the same.

“Tom?” You stare in bafflement, maybe even awe.

He’s not surprised. Tom’s been told many times of his physical beauty, something that only heightened over the years. And it’s been many years since he’s seen you.

You look… very much the same as ever. New hairstyle, perhaps. Your face has matured a bit, making you look a little older. But you’re still you.

“Hello.” He spits out, barely able to hold back the rage and flood of feelings that fill his mind. Anger, betrayal, hurt; as if the rejection had been mere moments ago.

“What are you—“

“Who was she?” Tom demands, interrupting you. You blink.

“Huh? Who was who?”

Tom grabs your shoulder, his fingers digging into your shirt. “The woman you were with.” His voice is venom, pure anger in his tone. His voice shakes with it as he speaks. “Lestrange saw you with someone. Who. Was. She?”

You blink, visibly confused. Then your expression clears. “Oh. Her? She’s just a friend.”

“I don’t believe you. Who. Is. She?” Tom grabs your other shoulder, barely holding back from shaking you.

“A-Aurora Greengrass,” you stammer out, looking even more startled by his anger. “I swear, we’re just friends—“

‘Just friends.’

That’s exactly what you’d called Tom’s relationship with you. A ‘just friends’ thing.

He doesn’t even listen to the rest of your words. Blind to everything but the fury in his veins, he starts rummaging through your shirt pocket. Looking for something. Anything to prove you wrong.

He only finds a pack of cigs and an old lighter.

He tosses them to the side and hauls you over to the nearest wall. Slamming you against it and holding you firmly in place with one hand. “Who is she to you?”

You stammer, unable to form words. Tom grips your shoulder tighter, pressing closer to you. “Answer me!”

“I— I can’t understand what you’re saying!” You cower in the face of his anger. “I can’t understand— Ahhh!”

You yelp and shudder as Tom’s hand grazes your groin. He ignores your reaction and digs into your pants’ pockets, looking for anything at all. There’s nothing but fabric and a single money bill.

Still, his hand continues to search, roaming from pocket to pocket like something will appear. Nothing does.

It only heightens his anger, makes his jaw clench with fury. His words coming out in a hiss. “Is she your lover? Your wife? Or is she just another useless little toy for you?”

You let out a pathetic little moan, hips jolting a bit. Tom’s vaguely aware that his hand has stopped wandering where it’s supposed to be. But he can’t be bothered to look.

“Answer me!” He spits out. “Who is she to you, really?”

“I can’t—“ Your voice comes out as a pathetic whine. “Tom, please! I— I can’t understand you!”

Your hips jolt again and Tom finally looks down. He’s groping you, hand wandering across your half-formed hard on. Unconsciously feeling you up.

And you’re not pushing him away.

In fact, you’re stifling a moan, resting your head back against the wall. Eyes half closed. As if you’re… enjoying this.

A plan forms in his mind. A wicked, wicked plan. If you’re not willing to answer him… he’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you.

“Couch,” he hisses, “Now!”

He yanks you after him, relishing the way you stumble. You don’t deserve his kindness right now; what you need is to be fucked dumb.

Tom pushes you down against the couch and reaches for your belt. You don’t even protest. You just whimper softly and let him do what he wants.

He pulls your cock out, sliding his thumb along the tip. You moan and arch up, precum coating his thumb.

“T-Tom!” You gasp as he fists your cock, gripping tight enough to make you see stars. Your hips thrust up automatically, fucking into the sweet pressure of his hand.

“Shut up!” Tom hisses, eyes narrowing. He starts to move his hand and you choke with pleasure.

“I can’t— fuck!” Your head is thrown back against the couch, hands gripping the cushions tight enough to make your knuckles white.

You moan and writhe under Tom as he guides his hand along your cock, shifting and changing the pressure until he finds what makes you gasp.

And then, he pulls back.

Making you almost sob from the loss.

You reach for him, voice cracking pathetically. “Tom, please…!”

He bats your hands away, manhandling you until you’re kneeling on the couch. Pants around your ankles.

You grip the back of the couch tightly, practically clinging to it as Tom undoes his own belt. He grabs your hands, looping the thick leather around them. Pinning your hands together. You’re tied up now, unable to free your hands.

Tom frees his own cock, lining himself up with your asshole. You shudder and whimper, face flushed red. “Please!”

“Needy little bastard,” Tom hisses. “Can barely even wait for me.”

You just moan and press back against him. “Fuck, that’s so hot…”

Slowly, Tom sinks into you. Inch by glorious inch, he slides his cock into your greedy little hole. You clench hotly around him, making his breathing stutter.

You feel divine.

Hot and tight and perfect.

He bottoms out, cock buried deep inside you. He grips your shoulders, resting his forehead against your back in an effort to keep from cumming on the spot.

You’re a moaning mess, soft pleading babbles mixed with whimpers and gasps. Tom can barely understand you, you’re so incoherent.

It’s exactly what he wants. You fucked out enough that you forget how to speak.

Finally, he starts to move. In and out, each thrust getting faster and more aggressive. Slowly building up until you’re sobbing underneath him, mindlessly whining with pleasure.

You look glorious. Perfect.

It’s like a dream come true, you underneath him finally, just like it was always meant to be.

The thought makes his hips stutter and he grips your cock. He won’t last long like this; you’re clenching around him too tightly.

With a couple good firm strokes, you’re spilling onto the couch, cumming with a loud cry.

Not even moments later, Tom thrusts into your ass, filling you up with a gasp of his own. He shudders and leans against you again, struggling to catch his breath.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, absently rubbing along your back. The rage is gone from him, leaving him feeling tired and drained.

“Are you…” Alright doesn’t seem like the right word for the situation.

But you just moan softly. Roll over onto your back and gaze up at him with dreamy eyes. “Fuck yeah…”

Tom chuckles softly, almost tenderly. He can’t help it. It’s you.

Gently, he undoes his belt around your hands. They flop uselessly to your sides, as boneless as the rest of you. You just melt into a puddle of dreamy gazes and soft smiles.

He literally fucked you dumb.

As you continue to bask in the afterglow of your fucking, clarity starts to return to Tom. This is his opportunity. His chance to look around and see what you’ve been doing with your life since he cut you out of his.

But…

Gazing down at you…

Tom settles himself on the couch next to you and pulls you into his arms. You happily snuggle into him, burying your face in his neck.

Snooping can wait.

It’s been forever since he had you all to himself like this.

And he’s planning on taking advantage of every moment he can get.

[fefern]

Hiii I saw ur Scar hcs, and the TD Hybird part really piqued My interest. If Reader (gender-neutral), agreed to it, how would Scar react to it! And also Maybe, if it’s painful (because it probably is, considering it’s like shoving a whole New Lifeforce into your body) would He feel sorry for Reader? (I would feel sorry for myself if it Hurt 💀)

✧˖° scar's reaction to you agreeing to merge with a tacet discord. | scar headcanons.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ synopsis: after some thought, you agreed to merge a tacet discord with your body just like your lover scar has kept asking you to do! how does he react, and what's the process like?

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ characters involved: scar, gender neutral reader.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ warnings: none! no serious details of the transformation process, but if it's too much let me know and i'll change the warnings!

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ notes: hi hi pretty anon!! thank you for sending this wonderful ask in!! had me wondering for a long while how exactly scar shoved that whole other being into himself LOL!! (~ ~)" hope you enjoy this! requests are open as always! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ scar ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

when you first come to him with the idea, he’ll blink once. then twice. then a third time.

did he hear you right?

he’d at first be shocked that you’d agree

he’s used to asking many people to join the organization and insert a tacet discord into themselves just to be met with rejection time and time again. it's a normal part of his job.

but for you to agree? and it being his lover nonetheless!

scar is over the moon, so happy that you’re aligning with his ideals! he knew you’d come around!

he’d immediately begin talking energetically to you about the side effects that he experiences, and what it’s like being able to transform and merge your body with a whole new life form. 

it takes a lot of preparation for you two to be ready for this event, and when you’re all set up and ready to go, he’s the one that flicks the switch to begin the transformation. 

sparks fly, and a bright white light appears in an instant, almost like lighting. 

and he knows it’s a part of a process, and he knows what it’s like to be in there.

heck, he’s kind of got a manic happy expression seeing how successful the process of putting the tacet discord into you is going.

but can’t help how a small part of him feels his heart drop as he hears you scream, hears the way you’re in pain, sees the way that you’re in tears because of how painful it is.

watching you, his lover, get ripped apart in real time, and then getting pieced back together, hurts a part of him he didn’t expect to feel.

he almost wants to turn it off, to go back, but that in itself is risky. if he stops it  now, he’ll be threatening you with being seriously injured or worse, dead.

so he lets the process finish, basking in your glory and shoving down his worries before it finishes with a halt. 

some smoke appears, but when it settles, there you are.

you most likely have some new scars now or other physical changes due to the process, but he still finds you just as beautiful as you were before. 

he’ll quickly rush to your side and for the next week or so, he’s stuck to your side. his eyes are always on you, and he’s essentially nursing you back to health. 

you will be doted on to the fullest extent, and he’s suddenly the best house husband in the world.

he keeps telling you during this time how excited he is for you, how much of a stronger duo you two will be together, and how he’ll train you to be the best of the best just like he is.

but on the first night that he’s taking care of you, he’ll have his back towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you lay down. his tone gets softer, a little out of character for how usually smooth and charismatic he can be. after some silence, he breaks it.

“thank you for doing this for me. for a while, it felt as if this side of me was something i couldn't explain to you, but now, you truly are able to understand me for who i am. i will guide you through this new journey, and i will love you with all i can.”

probably also kisses the back of your hand after he says this KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING-

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Hi love 💕 can you please write reader x damian where she has like a chronic illness \ pain and she has some of those days where all she wants is to be taken care of? thank you 💗💗💗

wrote this with high fever so probably not the best :(

damian priest x reader

one of those days

being in that car accident when you were seven really fucked up your life. you were lucky to even be still alive, only getting out of it with bad injuries but nothing worse. expect your dream of being a wrestler fading away.

you grew up watching wrestling with your family. your dad was a fan. your mom was a fan too and you grew being a fan too. you remember asking wrestlemania tickets every year for christmas, nothing more.

but you knew that after being stuck in bed for over a year did nothing but more damage to your body.

it was a really bad accident, leaving you with the worst back pain you’ve ever felt. you thought it was going to go away but it never did. growing up the pain became stronger to the point you had to stay weeks away from school because you couldn’t even move. your dream of being a wrestler completely faded away but your lucky star made your wish come true anyway.

you were a sport journalist and even if you worked for hockey, baseball, football and basketball somehow you ended up hosting a wwe post game show. and that was everything you ever dreamed of.

you had the chance to meet amazing people, new friends and even the love of your life.

at first it was scary having to host interviews with the judgment day but in the end you found out they were the most caring and loving people you’ve ever met. you and rhea bonded immediately. she was the first to know about your pain and about the accident that happened and she made you promise to always call her in case you needed anything. same thing happened with finn and dom. with damian things were a little different. he fell in love with you the moment he saw you and he wanted everyone to know that he was in love. he started from giving you coffee in the morning to offering you lunches and dinners. he loved picking you up in the morning and taking you back home at night. he just loved being in your presence.

and you ended up falling for him too.

he always took care of you in a way no one ever did. not only about the physical pain. he knew you. he knew how to listen to you. he knew how to read you and that was all that mattered to you.

it was one of those morning where you were lucky you didn’t have to leave the house for work that day because you just spent the worst sleepless night ever.

your back was hurting once again and you couldn’t even move your legs to go to the bathroom.

“is everything okay princesa?” damian asked when he saw you trying to move your position in bed.

“just one of those days…”

“here let me help you” he smiled at you, moving his arms under your back, making sure to not hit the spot that hurts you. he helped you sitting more comfortably in bed, positioning some pillows under your back and under your head.

“thank you” you smiled at him.

“it’s my pleasure, do you need anything else? water? something to eat?” he asked softly, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you.

“i’m okay, thanks” you whispered “can you just hug me?” you shyly asked him.

his heart melted at the sound of your soft and sweet voice “of course love” he said, helping you moving towards his body so now you were laying on his chest while his hands went to your back, gently massaging it.

“does it hurt?” he asked.

“today more than yesterday…it’s normal tho…i just have bad days too”

“i know…i just wish you didn’t have those days…whatever you need i’m here, food, water, a hot bath, just say it and i’ll make everything possible” he smiled at you.

“can we just stay like this forever?”

“as you wish my queen” he laughed making you laugh too.

“i just love you so much damian…thank you for always being here for me”

“te amo mi amor…so much” he whispered when he saw you relaxing against his chest and closing your eyes once again.

he never thought he would find love but you came and proved him wrong.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Ive just recently discovered your blog and i love it so much omg 😍 I also saw ur post in u said we should send in parent sc rqs 👁👁 so can i pls req scs for the dorm leaders when they accidentally hurt the child? and how they would react? its up to u on how you want the dorl leads to find the child tho! ✨💖

Idia Shroud: 

Idia felt dread, so heavy that it’s like the entire world was just dropped on his shoulders. Is it happening again? A repeat of the Ortho incident as some sort of cosmic karma? He’s already a constant homebody but he’s even more likely to lock himself away, like a princess in those fairy tales who’s always guarded by a vicious dragon. He doesn’t know how to articulate his pain or grief at hurting someone he loved dearly but you can be assured that he won’t take a chance like that again.

Kalim Al-Asim: 

Kalim is completely heartbroken as he had started off only wanting to show his child a cool trick he could do with his magic. He regretted it immediately, admitting to fault and learning another valuable life lesson: money really couldn’t make everything okay. He attended to them himself during their recovery, wanting them to feel how truly sorry he was. Not that he was a strict parent before, but he showered them in gifts, afraid of them potentially harboring hatred in their heart for him (something he could definitely never recover from).

Leona Kingscholar: 

Leona is agitated with himself for accidentally hurting his own child but he doesn’t offer words of apology, instead handing them off to you and closing himself off the rest of the day. You think it’s selfish of him to do so but you know that he’s always had a hard time dealing with his feelings, especially when it came to admitting he was in the wrong, so you did your best to let your child know it wasn’t their fault (while taking care of any leftover wounds incident). When Leona finally interacts with them again you’re proud to hear a very quiet apology slip out of his mouth, a hand placed on your child’s head as he stated they would both have to be more careful from that point on. 

Malleus Draconia: 

Accidents happen, and Malleus himself had been put into many dangerous situation when he was a baby. It was just a thing that fae children happened to be attracted to and he wasn’t the least bit surprised when the same happened to your child. He’s not happy that it was at his hands but he knew he had been holding back anyway, the damage could be far worse than what it was. He’s more afraid of dealing with you in the aftermath as he was sure he’d hear an earful but you just seemed relieved that your child wasn’t seriously injured, holding them close while they told you about all the cool things Malleus could do with magic. 

Riddle Rosehearts: 

Riddle gets the haunting feeling that he’s just like his mother. Her abuse was more verbal than physical but he couldn’t help but hear ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ out of the mouths of everyone who learned of the accident. He felt sick to his stomach despite his constant apologies and overbearing doting over his injured child. He handled them like a fragile antique, no magic allowed in the house unless they were a safe distance away. He still had a specific set of rules in place to prevent something like that

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Full Kook - JJ/Rafe Fic

Part 1/? - Bella Brooks

Summary: Part 1 is an introduction to the OC told by JJ Maybank. The lead up to my story. Overall this fic is about a troubled Pogue who finds comfort in people she least expects whilst dealing with many turns of events. A/N: This isn't planned out in any way shape or form. No reliability on the release of any parts I'm just writing this because I enjoy writing if it's not for you please move on. Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, drugs, violence, abuse (mental and physical) Anything I missed lmk. Word count: 800

(Not proof read)

JJ's Pov:

Bella Elizabeth Brooks

My best friend since before I can remember. 

Most commonly known as the 'Princess of Kildare Island'; With the face of an angel and a heart of gold. The girl everyone wants to either be, or be with.

I'm pretty sure she'd give it up to anyone if she could... 

She's the perfect girl: a sweet persona, gorgeous appearance, kindest soul to exist. Who wouldn't want to be friends with her?

The answer.. everyone.

She has a close-knit group of friends, only through her dad. Me, because our dads used to be close friends, Sarah because him and Ward are disgustingly inseparable, and then Topper and Kelce because.. well.. Rafe. 

Swiftly moving on..

Bella's the type of person that people don't particularly see as a friend, but more of someone they can go to if they need something. She thinks it's a compliment; that people go to her when in desperate need of help. 

But no just.. no.

She's a toy.. pretty much sums it up; an easy target. 

It makes me sick thinking about it. 

People take advantage of her empathy, her soft attitude, the fact she can't say no. They see her as someone who can get away with anything and use that to their own benefit. 

She puts everyone first, doesn't want there to be any bad in the world, likes to make everyone happy anyway she can. Even if it means breaking herself in the process.

So my duty as her best friend is to keep her safe from the world. Keep her away from the bad. 

It physically hurts to know about the way people see her, and so I feel as if it's my job to protect her from ever dealing with it again. Dealing with the pain and the hurt she puts herself through for others who deserve nothing but a stick up their ass. 

She's my priority. And I will let nothing get in the way of me taking care of her and treating her how she deserves. 

Except for one tiny problem..

Thomas Brooks. - The man who created the Island's untouchable sweetheart.

Let's just say he's got a bad reputation.. but having Ward on his side gives him MAJOR  advantages. 

Don't get me wrong, the Brooks family is THE MOST respected family on the Island but just.. for the wrong reasons. 

And sadly it's not my place to say. Sorry, not sorry. I hate talking about it. 

Anyways, Bella is my everything and before you say ANYTHING, it's purely platonic. 

Well, to her. 

But, with everything she's been put through with all the fucking leeches in the OBX, I don't blame her and I wouldn't ask for it any other way. 

She's my rock, my girl. And no one will EVER take her from me. At least, they can try but it won't end well. Speaking from experience.

Enough about Bella.. but more about Bella..

She lives on the Cut, with me. Well no actually I live with her but, same thing. 

She has never once moaned about the little amounts of money her dad earns, and never once made a single comment about where she lives. 

It's this run down shack-like house. Imagine the Chateau but just.. worse. 

The walls are boarded up from the masses of storms that have destroyed what used to be there causing the remains to become rotten. The windows are cracked and the furniture is far from usable. 

The only healthy-ish part of the house?��Bella's room.

It's a huge contrast from the rest of the building, almost like it was placed there separately. The wall's a bright white colour, her soft bedding and her drawers overflowing with colourful clothing puts the rest of the place to shame. A large window overlooks her room, filling it with more light than the whole house sees combined. 

The reason behind this is because her dad isn't the greatest dad. But in his defence he's aware. And so he spends the only bit of money he has on her - Always. Without any slight slither of guilt. He would give her the world if he could and she knows that, which is why she excuses his actions. 

She holds a pretty smile to cover the hurt she feels beneath. Her vibrant choice in her room reflects the young girl inside of her. 

She hasn't got an easy life and if it wasn't for me living with her, I wouldn't understand.

If the island really knew why she's the way she is.. they wouldn't want to be her. 

Please let me know what you think x

Thank you for reading 🌹❤️

Masterlist

[mountingpulisic]

BOYS DON'T CRY

a/n: this is just a quick little something i wrote for mason, it actaully pains me to read all the hateful comments he receives. i hope he knows how much he is loved. song boys dont cry by camilia cambello

i know thoughts you don't want in your head

are spinning 'round, 'round, 'round

i know you got demons from the past

slowing you down, down, down

but you don't answer your FaceTime

you never had much of a poker face

it doesn't make you less of a man

you're just human right now

the amount of hate mason was receiving online was alarming, every move he made he was getting criticized for.  

he didn’t vocalize it to you; however, you knew that it was getting to him. you saw past the fake smile he’d mustard up when discussing his performance with his father, telling tony that he was just in a rough transition right now, having a hard time adjusting to potter’s way of coaching. 

he thought you were bought into his act as well, reassuring you that everything was fine and you shouldn’t worry about the rude comments. he insisted it didn't bother him, that he knew of the challenges of a footballer career when he signed up for it. 

when I'm afraid of the world and every part of me hurts

you don't know how many times you've saved me

so why you hiding from me? It's only making it worse

i just wanna be close, my baby

you had caught him one afternoon reading the comments, stopping by his house since he had been ignoring your calls. when you first heard the sniffles, you thought he was just simply catching a cold but when you investigated further and saw the golden boy at the dining room table with a few fresh tears streaming down his face with phone in hand, you knew it wasn’t the common cold.

approaching him slowly and bending down so you were knelt in front of his thighs, you finally saw his true emotions towards the situation. bloodshot eyes and a running nose were what your eyes settled on; he tried shifting his posture and hiding his face when he saw your sympathetic look. not wanting you to see him like this because his old man had always told him boys don't cry.

“mase, baby, stop trying to hide away from me. you are only making it worse, you need to talk to someone about how you are feeling.” just wanting to hold him close, stood up and you settled down into his lap. he instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, nose nestling into your neck. 

fingers finding a home in his tangled hair, you created a safe place for him to cry. his body shook in snobs, tears hitting the flesh on your neck, as he finally expressed his true emotions. 

“i have given this club, the fans, the owners, my all. I have played through injuries, i have been the poster boy that they have all wanted for me to be. although the second i hit a rough patch, the second i’m not scoring enough goals, i’m the reason why we are last place in the league? that all our problems will solve if i no longer played? how could they turn their backs on me so quickly, love?” 

give me your pain

i'll take the weight off your shoulders

don't be afraid

fall into me, let me hold you

we weren't made

to hold back the rain from the sky

who ever told you that boys don't cry, boys don't cry?

it absolutely broke your heart seeing him like this, there was nothing more that you wanted to do than to take the tremendous weight off of his shoulders. you knew mason was afraid of getting traded, the thought alone of chelsea using the player nineteen as a scapegoat made you angry. you thought it was hilarious that these die-hard faces screamed for mason’s removal but forgot how he was the player of the year for two consecutive years. it was as if all his hard work had now vanished from the memories, that now he was just some washed up player who didn’t deserve a spot on the team. 

you knew now more than ever that you had to be there not only physically but emotionally for mason. us as humans weren’t made to bury this type of pain within ourselves, how everyone needed an outlet. 

you gripped him closer to your chest as you whispered reassuring words to him, “everything is going to be okay, baby.”

[ultravioletqueen]

I'd like to hear your thoughts on my rewrite of him my brain is a bit fried but I tried my best hope you like it

Still the same

But as a child he honestly tried to protect his brothers from their mother's abuse he didn't like her massive favoritism because she had other children to worry about why him

He honestly spent many nights in the dungeon when he would yell and scream at their mother especially after finding out she literally had intercourse in front of his younger brother that left a very bad taste in his mouth because he's just a child younger than him

And when he found out about Cordelia abusing his other brother he went crazy but safe to say she ended up with some injuries that needed to heal

Because she can harm him she can whip him hell she can even torture him for all he cares but he's not going to let her get away with hurting the people he loves dearly

Because she's the reason they're ruined

And throughout the years he eventually snapped he grabbed a silver knife and stabbed that woman

As many times as he could but unfortunately she got away but still died in the end

Although he wished he didn't kill her he wished he left her crippled because he views death as too easy he needs her to live with her consequences of her actions but there are some decisions that are made and cannot be changed or go back on which he finds hard to accept but accepts it in the end and

he's not the type to insult people unless they really deserve it or humble them

Personality

Kind-hearted a bit bratty but can be quite shy

And soft he finds it hard to open up to others because he is used to hiding behind a facade acting like he's the best even though he feels like the worst

He struggles with self-confidence but he keeps it very down inside because he will just get in the way and divide

And he by no means is a sadist I mean he deals with a sadistic mother and has to deal with his brothers think any God in the universe that the youngest of his brothers isn't a sadist either because how could they take pleasure in someone's pain sure they've been hurt before but why not work towards being a better person that's the question that plagues his mind every time he sees his brothers and their actions with his own eyes and sometimes he fights the urge to cry because he blames it on himself maybe he could have done something maybe he could have prevented it even though it wasn't his fault he was just a child

My changes on how he'll treat Yui:

He's a bit of a tease but he's honestly kind-hearted to her and gets her out of a lot of bad situations when his brothers want to punish her for stupid reasons the way he teases hers when she makes her cute mistake nothing that would actually make her feel bad or make her angry but just the time that can easily make her laugh as well hell he even lets her tease him even if she's bad at it

But looking at this poor girl that's been thrown into the situation one that has been brainwashed and manipulated by the church he simply can't help but be possessive he's not to the point he would physically harm her but others around them

He keeps her far away from his brothers because they're just as worse if not more except Subaru since he knows he isn't the worst

He desperately tries his breath to protect her he still has regrets about being unable to protect other Brides when he was still very young when they were being sent to the house

Facts

He honestly thought since all of them were unfortunately abused they wouldn't want to repeat their parents Behavior work towards

becoming a better person he hoped but he came to the disturbing and horrifying realization that all of them took pleasure and inflicting pain upon someone that has done nothing wrong to them

especially those that don't deserve it and all because of what they're sent here to be Brides so what still doesn't give them the right to treat them as if they're rag dolls they're literally the reason they have blood to drink instead of taking it out in public that is something that leaves a better taste in his mouth not even the sweetest blood can make it go away for a long time

Body facts

He has some scars on his body from brutal punishments which is quite insecure about and which he covers

His hands are long / thin

With visible veins

He's the tallest out of the triplets

He looks like a mix of both his mother and father in face structure but he has red hair and green eyes his mother's eyes

He's not a twink he has muscle on him

He's kind of a big teddy bear that just wants to be loved genuine love not lust

Sexuality

Omnisexual

He can't feel sexual attraction unless he's in a deep and committed relationship with someone he doesn't want it just to be sex that just makes him feel used

And because of his behavior he's the most thought after when a bride is sent to the house some Brides have even ran to him or Subaru

Because they know they're the safest and have the most empathy and Sanity

And he is definitely let younger Brides Escape or have killed them but as painless as possible because they are just children it's best just to put them out of their misery

I LOVE THIS AYATO! This is how they should write him instead of the bratty sadist we got, i love how you changed his relationship with yui and his brothers! 10/10

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Part 10: Burning Bridges)

Summary: Recovery is never easy when broken hearted

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: ANGST! Talk of Divorce!  Language! Major Injury! Lots of Trauma being dealt with!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Meet the Characters!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Part 10: Burning Bridges

Chris hurt.

Chris hurt physically, mentally and emotionally. He had been signed off from work for 6 weeks so he could recover from his broken ribs, a relatively small price to pay considering the life he saved. That being said he got an earful from both his captain and his dad about taking unnecessary risks, he’d been suspended for 7 weeks effective immediately, which thankfully meant only 1 extra week on top of his recovery time.

But no matter how much he hurt he didn’t regret any of his actions. He didn’t regret running into the building to save that little girl. He didn’t regret saying what he said to you, because it was the right thing. Every time a sliver of doubt wavered through his mind he had to remind him that, he did the right thing, it was better this way, no matter how much he hurt.

It had been a couple of weeks since his accident and he was trying to act positive. His family had been taking it in turns to visit and help him recover, doing jobs around the house that he couldn’t do while his ribs were still healing. He forced a smile whenever they were over, playing the act he needed to play. But as soon as they were gone he went back to being his miserable self, not even dodger could pull him out of his foul mood.

He tried to keep the act up for as long as he could but he was getting more and more frustrated and irritable, snapping and growling in frustration when things didn’t go his way.

“oh for fuck sake!” Chris growled when he knocked a bag of pasta onto the floor, he let out a sigh before bending down to grab it “shit” he winced when pain shot over his chest.

“here let me get it, go sit down,” Lisa said gently, putting her hand on his shoulder and pushing him towards the island.

“I’m fine let me help” Chris protests trying to step back towards the stove.

“Christopher go sit down” Lisa states pointing over to the stool she wished he’d sit on.

Chris huffs in annoyance before moving to sit down at the island like he’s told. Lisa watches him with a concerned eye before picking up the bag of pasta and returning to the meal they were cooking.

“do you need more painkillers?” she asks as she adds the pasta to the boiling pan.

“no, I took some recently, just waiting for them to kick in” Chris huffs rubbing his forehead tiredly.

“Okay, well why don’t you go lie down while I finish up cooking dinner? It won’t take long” Lisa offers.

“fine” he mutters pushing himself up and sulking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Sitting down on the couch he rested his head back closing his eyes as he took a couple of deep breaths to rid his brain of all the noise. It was impossible. His despair was interrupted when he left something land in his lap, opening his eyes he found a tennis ball in his lap and Dodger sat waiting expectantly.

“no dodger not now” Chris sighs pushing the tennis ball off his lap.

Dodger quickly scrambled after it, grabbing it only to drop it back in Chris’ lap “I said no Dodger” he grumbled putting the ball down on the couch next to him.

Dodger then lept onto the couch after the ball, his buffy tail repeatedly hitting Chris in the face. Chris growled in frustration trying to get dodger to stop but the mutt just wasn’t listening, Chris had never had an issue with Dodger disobeying him before which just made his frustrations worse. He was close to completely snapping when Lisa walked in.

“Dodger down” she commands, dodger instantly listening and jumping down off of the couch “good boy”

She walks around the back of the couch holding out two bowls “I gave you an extra large portion to help recover” Lisa says passing him a bowl of her famous meatballs.

“Thanks ma,” Chris says giving her a small smile.

He begins tucking into his dinner, normally he absolutely loved his mom’s meatballs, it was arguable his favourite meal. But now it just wasn’t hitting the mark and he found himself wishing he was eating your meatballs instead. As soon as he realised what he was thinking his heart clenched because he couldn’t have that, not anymore. His fork fell from his hand cluttering into his plate.

“oh goodness, you scared me Chris” Lisa gasped clutching her chest.

“sorry ma” Chris muttered picking his fork back up and continuing to eat.

Silence fell in the room with the exception of the noise of forks clanging against plates, and the TV program he had put on in the background. He tried to focus on his meal but he could feel his mom periodically glance over at him, studying him.

“what’s wrong sweetheart” Lisa finally asked.

“apart from the obvious, nothing” Chris huffs keeping his eyes solely on his dinner.

“Something is clearly bothering you, dear, you’re short-tempered and irritable” Lisa pointed out turning to face him.

“no I’m not” Chris grumbles in response.

“Chris you snapped at Stella the other day” Lisa reminded him making him sigh deeply.

“I’m just tired and sore and I dunno… feeling kinda trapped” Chris sighs, it wasn’t the full story but it was enough.

“I understand, I know I’d be getting cabin fever if I was stuck inside,” Lisa says moving closer so she could rub his back.

“I just wish I was recovering faster, able to get out a bit more” Chris sighs putting his plate down on the coffee table.

“I know, but think about all the positives, you get some time off of work to relax and do whatever you want, and you get to spend time with the kids and friends you don’t get the time for usually” Lisa reminds him, Chris giving a non-committal hum “look why don’t you invite your friends over instead of your boring old family”

“you’re not boring ma,” Chris says shaking his head.

“I know” Lisa chuckles “but you’ve seen a lot of us recently and I know we get overbearing sometimes”

Chris couldn’t help but let out a small huff of a laugh at that one. He loved his family but his mom wasn’t wrong with that one.

“so why don’t you see some friends instead, invite Y/N over if she’s free” Lisa suggests.

“she’s not” Chris states sharply.

Lisa frowns at him “if everything okay? Have you guys had an argument or something? I thought you guys were finally on the right track, despite everything I could tell how happy she was to be with you at the hospital”

Chris’ shoulders dropped upon hearing that. Chris could remember the smile on your face when he woke up, he could tell you were worried for him but you were so happy too. But then he remember the look on your face when he told you he didn’t love you. he felt his heart clench as he replayed the memory over and over, hating every second.

“Chris sweetheart what happened?” Lisa presses gently.

“Nothing, she’s just busy” Chris sniffs shaking his head.

“I doubt she’s too busy to see you though, I know she’d find time,” Lisa tells him.

“it’s fine I don’t need to see her” Chris mutters.

Chriss c’mon-“ Lisa starts before Chris interrupts.

“ma just drop it alright! I don’t want to see her! ever!” Chris snaps his jaw set as he stared back at her.

“Chris- what- what happened” Lisa mutters shaking her head at him.

“nothing! It’s- it's nothing” Chris sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

“it's clearly not,” Lisa says gently getting him to look over at her.

It's- it's complicated” Chris mutters.

“well let's start at the beginning and go from there” Lisa suggests.

Chris sighs nodding his head “okay fine, so about a week before the accident we did have an argument over her father and how horrible he was, I’d gone about it the wrong way and I apologised about it in the ambulance when- when I told her I loved her” Chris sighed.

“oh, Chris” Lisa muttered under her breath.

“yeah but it was wrong, so I told her I lied in the hospital- and that it was better when we didn’t like each other” Chris admits his gaze dropping to his fiddling hands.

“Why would you say that? We both know it’s not true” Lisa says shaking her head in disbelief.

“it is true, it was better, easier” Chris sighs shrugging his shoulder.

“Chris it's not true, you were so happy when you guys were friends, you both were, I know how much you care for her so why did you lie and say you didn’t love her,” Lisa asks.

“I didn’t lie, I don’t love her” Chris states but even he could hear his unconvincing tone.

“You wouldn’t have told her you loved her in the first place if you didn’t, and you can’t blame the smoke inhalation because the doctor said you’d gotten lucky,” Lisa says pointing a finger at him in warning.

“it doesn’t matter, it's better” Chris sighs running his hand down his face.

“How? Chris if it’s making you miserable-“ Lisa says shaking her head.

“It just is okay! It's better for everyone, it might suck now but it’s better in the long run” Chris huffs feeling his frustrations getting the better of him.

“why though?” Lisa pushes.

“because of you!” Chris snaps standing up from the couch “you and dad!”

“what?” Lisa mutters staring up at him in shock.

“I saw it all! I saw how he broke your heart over and over again! I heard you cry so many fucking times because he missed something again!” Chris vented throwing his arms out “I saw how worried you’d get and stressed not knowing if he’d come home safe! Just like how Y/N was scared when I went into that building, saying she wouldn’t know what she do if something worse had happened!”

“you heard us” Lisa muttered dropping her gaze.

“yes! And it took me straight back to every argument you and dad ever had, every time I saw the look on your face when a firetruck drove past the house! And I couldn’t let that be Y/N!” Chris exclaims.

“you don’t know that Chris, she-“ Lisa starts before Chris interrupts.

“yes I do! Because of you and dad! You guys were my definition of love! And you broke up! Firefighting and relationships don’t work! You guys proved that! And if you guys couldn’t do it how the fuck am I going to be able to do it” Chris shouts his chest heaving as he tried to hold back tears “because all I’ve ever heard is how I’m just like dad, so all I’m gonna do is hurt Y/N like he hurt you”

Silence falls in the room, a tense energy atmosphere and Chris’ words hung in the air. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, but a sadness settled inside him. Especially when he heard sniffling and realised it wasn’t his.

“right well… I don’t really know what to say so I’m just going to head home” Lisa says quickly wiping her eyes and standing up from the couch.

“Ma” Chris mutters, guilt washing over him.

“Not now Chris, emotions are too high and we all need to calm down” she sniffs not looking up as she grabbed her jacket and started making her way through the house.

“ma, I’m sorry,” Chris says following after her “I just didn’t want to break her heart”

Lisa pauses by the front door finally turning to face him, Chris’ breath caught when he saw the tears in her eyes “well Christopher you did it anyway, and not just hers” she says before quickly walking out the door.

Thump

Thump

Thump

The sound of your feet landing on the treadmill was the only sound you were paying any attention to. The speed and incline are higher than what you normally set it as, you wanted your lungs to burn, your heart to pound and your body to ache in a different way. You needed a distraction. Anything to stop the pain that had been caused by Chris, you had tried everything, your go-to happy TV shows and movies, throwing yourself into work, but the only thing that worked was to make yourself hurt in a different way.

The precinct gym was deserted, everyone else working or getting an extra hour of sleep instead of exercising. It was only you and Ben, who had been running next to you the entire time but at a much more leisurely pace. You were vaguely aware of him talking to you, telling you various stories but you weren’t really listening, just humming along at all the right places.

“and then when we arrived at the Captain’s house and it turns out that girl I met the same night I met Matt is his daughter! which made it super awks at least until she suggested a threesome” Ben shrugs.

“wait what?” you state finally hearing what he said, your step faltering making you stumble.

If you hadn’t managed to grab the handles and hit the emergency stop button you would have ended up in a pile of limbs on the floor. Ben presses a couple of buttons on his treadmill reducing the pace down to a stop before turning to face you.

“and she’s back in the room,” he says giving you a knowing look.

You narrow your eyes at him “so no threesome was suggested” you say.

“nope,” ben says shaking his head.

“and the girl from the bar was the captain’s daughter?” you clarify.

“no, no relation at all” he answers.

“then why did you say that?” you exclaim shaking your head at him.

“Because you weren’t listening and it was the first thing that got your attention,” Ben says giving you a knowing look.

You sigh giving him an apologetic look “I’m sorry- wait the first thing? As in there was more?” you ask.

Ben hums nodding his head making you sigh “sorry, I was just in the zone” you apologise setting your treadmill to a walking pace.

“I get that” Ben hums setting his to the same speed “but you know if you want to talk you can always just talk to me,” he says side-eyeing you.

You knew exactly what he meant but you weren’t gonna bite, so you frown over at him “yeah I know” you murmur.

“so if there’s a certain someone you want to vent about…” Ben says trailing off at the end.

“ben I’m fine, I’m over it” you state hitting the button to increase your speed.

“you don’t have to be though you know that right? You can be as mad or as sad as you want to be for as long as you need to be you can take longer than a couple of weeks” Ben tells you.

You resist the urge to look over at him because you knew that he’d been able to tell by the look in your eye that you weren’t okay. That the pain hadn’t even begun to subside. You acted like you were fine around others because you needed to, you could save the emotional moments for when you were home alone.

“I’m fine, I’ve grieved you were there in my apartment when I did so, I’m over it” you mutter looking straight ahead, recalling when you had come home from the hospital to find Ben in your apartment packing a bag for you that you never ended up needing.

Ben hums before reaching over to turn your treadmill off “let's do some boxing” he states stepping off the treadmill leaving you no room to argue.

You groan in annoyance but step off and follow after him, climbing into the small boxing ring that the gym had. Ben gave you a small lopsided grin as he chucked you some pads.

“I’ll go first and then we’ll swap,” Ben says as he straps on the gloves.

You sigh raising the pads ready for Ben to start, jabbing at the pads, throwing in the occasional uppercut. You tried to stay focused but you soon found yourself zoning out, your mind wandering to places you were desperately trying to avoid.

“Alright, I’m good, your turn” Ben pants pushing some hair out of his face.

You just hum, still not completely present, pulling off the pads and passing them to Ben. Taking the gloves and strapping them on, taking a deep breath before starting to lightly punch the pads. You began slowly and lightly, not really putting in the effort. Your mind was still elsewhere, completely stuck on Chris despite your attempts to distract yourself. The more you thought the tougher your punches became, your anger at the situation bubbling to the surface.

“I just don’t get why” you huff, not noticing the small smirk on Ben’s face “if it was better when we hated each other why was he so adamant about becoming friends”

Ben remained silent as you continued to punch and work through your emotions “he was the one who came to me, not the other way around! I wanted to keep him at arm's length but he pushed his way in, maybe that was his plan all along… work his way in and make me lower my guard so he could get his revenge for me slapping him”

You saw Ben bite his lips as if he was trying to stop himself from saying something, but you weren’t done, you didn’t give him a chance to speak even if he wanted to “but either way I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t feel like there’s been a major loss because I had nothing to lose, he was a friend I’ve only had a couple of months, we weren’t a thing, we were a one night stand I- i- shouldn’t be feeling this fucking heartbroken because he wasn’t mine anyway” you say your chest heaving as you struggle to hold back anymore.

“he looked after me after the RTC or during that storm, he let me feel safe and let me lower all my defences and it meant absolutely nothing because I never got to call him mine, I finally found someone who I could spend the rest of my life with and it was taken away by me and I just don’t get why!” you exclaim sending one last hard punch before bending over to catch your breath trying to stop yourself from crying but there was no use.

“c’mere,” Ben sighed opening his arms out to you.

You stood back up and moved into his embrace, completely breaking down in tears grateful that it was just you and Ben alone in the gym. You had been crying almost every evening for the past couple of weeks but this time it finally felt cathartic, you finally felt that pressure that had been sitting on your chest lifting.

“I’m sorry I wish I could say or do something that could make this easier but I can’t” Ben sighs running his hands up and down your arms.

You nod your head sniffling back your tears “you’re a dude, aren’t you able to get into the mind of other guys?” you joke weakly.

Ben gives you a small chuckle “not straight dudes no” he says making you laugh weakly.

“it was worth a shot” you sigh rubbing your forehead as you turn and take a few steps away, putting your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling.

“how do you feel now?” Ben asks looking over at you.

You let out a long sigh “better” you said honestly as you look back over at him.

Ben gives you a small smile “good… that’s good, I know it doesn’t feel like it right now but it’ll get easier and someday you’ll be with someone that makes you feel so much happier and you won’t even remember this”

“I know… I guess I’ve just had a string of bad ones recently” you sigh shaking your head.

“yeah but you’re one less frog away from your prince” Ben offers making you snort with laughter.

“that was bad” you chuckle feeling much lighter.

“I know but it made you laugh” Ben smiles.

“thank you Benny” you smile moving over to hug him.

“it's nothing, and look how about on our next day off we have a movie marathon, any movie you want” Ben suggests putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Sure that sounds good” you smile nodding your head.

Chris took a deep steadying breath, his mind running over the speech he had been preparing in his mind for the past couple of days. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, what he needed to say. He needed to do this, but he was absolutely dreading it because he didn’t want to see the pain he caused.

Looking down at the flowers in his hand he took another breath before knocking on the door. It took a couple of moments but soon the door opened and he saw his mom, first, she looked surprised before her face settled and Chris could see the apprehension in her eyes. He hated it, he hated that he caused that, it made him want to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry ma, for everything” Chris starts holding out the bouquet of flowers.

Lisa took a deep breath, reaching out to take the flowers from him “c’mon in and let’s talk” she says stepping aside to let him.

Chris swallowed nervously nodding as he stepped inside, this was also something he wasn’t looking forward to. he’d almost prefer it if his mom ripped into him, let him know how angry she was. But Chris knew she wasn’t angry, she was disappointed and that was far, far worse.

Chris followed Lisa through the house, glancing at the photos on the wall as he passed them. His eyes gravitated towards one of all 6 of them on a family holiday to Disneyworld when Chris was 10. Life was so much simpler then, nothing had gone wrong yet.

He tore his eyes away from the photo and moved to sit down on the opposite end of the couch to Lisa, his hands rubbing together nervously as silence settled in the room.

“I’m so sorry ma, I didn’t mean what I said, i-I was angry at myself and the situation I’d put myself in and I took it out on you” Chris apologises shaking his head unable to look at Lisa in the eye.

“don’t say that,” Lisa says making Chris look over at her in surprise “don’t say you didn’t mean what you said when we both know that isn’t the case”

“But ma I-“ Chris starts but Lisa put up her hand silencing him.

“you meant it because it’s true, I tried so hard not to believe it, telling myself your bachelor ways would end as soon as you met the right person but I was wrong and the divorce has hurt you and I’m so sorry for you” Lisa apologises shuffling closer of the couch to put her hand on Chris’ knee.

Chris's eyes widen in surprise, this was the last thing he expected to happen “no, no I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you” he says shaking his head.

“you didn’t” Lisa reassures him “not really, I was just upset that you got hurt when I tried so hard to try and protect you”

Chris blinks a couple of times trying to comprehend what his mom was telling him but he couldn’t “Chris I have never been fully honest with you kids, and I realise now that it was wrong” Lisa starts before taking a deep breath “my marriage to your father was over long before we actually got divorced, we had been effectively separated for years but we played the part of a happy family for you kids”

Chris’ jaw dropped, his entire world had been turned on his head, a whole period of his history re-written and his mom was only just getting started “but the arguments…” he mutters shaking his head.

“were always about you kids,” Lisa tells him “we argued because he missed out on stuff that was important to you like your school plays, I can remember how devastated you used to be whenever he never showed up after he promised he would and you were so good at acting and I’ve always wondered what your life could have been like if you never gave it up,” she says before sighing deeply “it’s why I didn’t initially like the idea of you joining the fire department because I knew you were only doing it because it was the one thing you knew he'd always show up for… but it made you happy and that’s all a mother could ask for”

Chris was completely stunned, his mind going back to all the times he’d run off the baseball field, or from backstage hoping to see both his parents and only ever seeing his mom. He’d always tried to hide his disappointment but he should have known he could never hide anything from his mom.

“All I’ve ever done is try and protect you guys from heartbreak, and I’m sorry, if I’d been more honest with you this could have all been avoided and you could be happy in love with Y/N” Lisa sighs dropping her head “but I can’t,” she says looking back up at Chris, her eyes meeting his “so just know this Chris… I never stopped loving your dad,” she says shaking her head “I will always care for him, our love just changed and evolved and we loved each other better as friends than we did as husband and wife”

Chris’ heart hammered in his chest as he remember how you had told him the exact same thing. He didn’t want to believe it at the time, but he knew you were right, he knew his parents still loved each other despite everything. He began to blink back the tears as his mind strayed to over memories of you, ones he knew he would never experience again.

“I’d still end up hurting her” Chris mutters shaking his head “because I’m just like dad”

“no you’re not Chris” Lisa sighs her hand moving to his back to rub comforting circles.

“yes I am, I’ve heard it all my life, from family members to people I barely know, even he said so himself!” Chris exclaimed quickly wiping away a stray tear “so even if me and Y/N did get married and had kids I’d end up doing the exact same thing that dad did”

“no you wouldn’t,” Lisa tells him shaking her head “yes you share many qualities with your father like your stubbornness and your sense of duty, but you also have compassion and loyalty,” Lisa says “how many times have you dropped everything to go help Carly and _ with the kids? You make time for people Chris, you have created a balance between your work and your family already even if you don’t realise it, and I know for a fact that if Y/N or your kids needed you, you would be there in a heartbeat”

Chris nods looking down at the floor as he failed to hold back his tears, Lisa sighs gently as she moves even closer to wrap her arms around him. Chris instantly responded and hugged her tightly just like he did as a kid whenever he was upset.

“And I know it’s a frightening sweetie, and scary to open your heart up to someone but fear should never be the reason not to do something, it should be the reason why you do something because it means you care, and care deeply,” Lisa says rubbing his back.

“do you think I could actually get her back?” Chris asks sniffling back his tears.

“yes, but you need to work out exactly what you need to say,” Lisa tells him “you hurt her really badly Chris and she might not take you back if you don’t do this right, so don’t mess it up”

Chris nods his head “I won’t, thank you ma and I am still sorry” he says with a sheepish smile.

Lisa gives him a small knowing smile “you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t” she chuckles.

It had been a few days since Chris spoke with his mom about everything. As soon as he left her house he wanted to run straight to your apartment and beg you for forgiveness, but he knew that wouldn’t have been a smart move. He’d learnt a lot about his own past that day and he needed a bit of time to fully process it, let it all sink in so that maybe he’d have the best chance for growth.

He also wanted to get his life back on track, he’d spent the last couple of weeks being a miserable asshole wallowing in his own self-pity. He knew he needed to have a few wins, so he visited his niece and nephews, and called some friends that he hasn’t spoken to as recently as he would like. He took dodger out for a few walks, slowly building himself back up. He even cleaned his house from top to bottom. He was finally being productive in the longest time off from work that he’ll probably ever get.

But most importantly he needed to work out exactly what to say to you. he had a lot of explaining and grovelling to do and he knew if he didn’t have it all planned out he would panic and not get out what he really needed to say. He needed a second chance and he knew it wouldn’t be easy to get, you were just as stubborn as him after all… and with a mean swing. The only problem was that he couldn’t work it out, everything he came up with sounded confusing and convoluted. Even he wouldn’t take him back.

After another evening of lying on the couch trying to get his mind to form coherent sentences, he decided to give it a break. He’d been meaning to go grocery shopping and since his chest was still sore he decided to go late in the day so he wouldn’t get in other people’s way.

When he got to his usual grocery store he grabbed a cart and started making his way up and down the aisle. He grabbed everything he knew he needed, as well as a couple of extra things on top. He also decided to grab some ingredients so he could make his ma dinner, even though they were good now, Chris wasn’t going to stop trying to make it up to her too.

He was just standing in the snack aisle grabbing some chips and sweets for the next movie night with the kids when he heard your voice. He froze in his spot, his heart pounding in his chest because he wasn’t ready, he didn’t know what to say. He hoped that he was hearing things but then he saw you appear at the bottom of the aisle phone pressed to your ear as you spoke.

“Well, you’re the one who ate all my snacks, Benny! Really you should be the one doing the snack run not me” you chuckle shaking your head clearly unaware of Chris stood only a few feet away.

Seeing you here right now only solidified it in Chris’ mind how desperately in love he was with you. He had missed you so goddamn much it hurt, he wanted to just surge forward and wrap his arms around you and never let you go ever again.

You were his beacon of light, dressed in an old Boston PD sweatshirt and leggings, looking like an absolute Greek goddess to Chris.

“I know you just said to get popcorn but I wanna know if there’s anything else you want!” you exclaim, laughing gently as you shook your head “because a popcorn alone is not going to last long….. no Benny I am not calling you fat, we both know you have the physique of a GC model” you add rolling your eyes, and it was at that moment that you finally spotted Chris, the smile on your face instantly falling “I have to go, just text me what you want” you mutter into the phone, your eyes set firmly on Chris’.

Chris took a big steadying breath, neither of you moving or saying anything. He noticed how your eyes darted from his to the shelves right beside him where the popcorn was. Your feet shuffle on the spot before beginning to turn away and Chris knew he was about to lose his chance.

He quickly grabbed a couple of boxes of popcorn from the shelf “Y/N wait!” he called out as he moved to follow you.

“Chris no I don’t want to hear it,” you say keeping your back to him as you move into the next aisle down.

“Y/N please I-I just wanna talk” he presses quickly moving around you and blocking your path.

“yeah well I don’t so leave me alone” you state spinning on your heel and walking back the way you came.

“Y/N please I messed up big time and I-I just want to explain,” he says following after you again, he was already stumbling over his words and losing track of what he wanted to say.

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses,” you tell him refusing to turn around and face him, walking down aisles that Chris knew you definitely didn’t need anything from, namely the pet aisle.

“Y/N can you please just wait and let me try and explain” Chris begs finally getting you to stop and turn around and face him, he gulped nervously when he saw the look in your eyes, they were filled with so many emotions that you were trying to hide, like anger and sorrow “I uh-“ he says glancing down and spotting the popcorn in his hands “here,” he says holding it out.

You look down at the box in his hands, frowning in confusion when you glanced back up at him “you came here for popcorn so here” he explains.

You shuffle on the spot, wearily glancing back down at the box of popcorn before slowly reaching out to take it from him. Chris’ lips twitch upwards, okay maybe he was getting this back on track. His eyes then met yours and he felt himself get all nervous again, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to think of what to say.

He sighed deeply before deciding to just go for it “Look I know you hate me-“ he starts before he gets interrupted by you scoffing and shaking your head.

“hate you? you think I hate you?” you ask astonished, Chris blinked a couple of times surprised at your question, nodding his head quickly “I don’t hate you, Chris, I hate how you- you have made me feel the happiest I have ever felt, I hate how you looked after me when I needed it, I hate that you know me so fucking well that you let me tear down every defence I have ever built, let me feel safe for the first time in my life! I hate how even after everything my heart still skips a fucking beat whenever I see you!” you rant throwing your arms out, your chest heaving as you got everything off your chest.

Silence falls between the two of you and Chris didn’t know what to say or do. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you it would be okay, that he was sorry but he knew that it wouldn’t end well. It would only push you further away.

You took a deep and shaky breath looking up at Chris, tears in your eyes “… But I could never hate you Chris… even if I desperately want to” you whisper shaking your head.

Chris’ heart broke as he shook his head trying to hold back his own tears, he couldn’t be losing you for good, he just couldn’t “Y/N please… please give me a second chance” he mutters his voice breaking.

You screwed your eyes shut taking a shuddering breath as you looked away, the pain you were feeling clear on your face “No, I- I did that and got hurt worse than before, I can’t let it happen again, so just leave me alone and forget about me” you say glancing over at him, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

“Y/N…I-” Chris muttered but you had already turned and walked away from him, disappearing around the corner and out of his life for what felt like the final time.

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[klausinamarink]

decided to write a steve part as a continuation of my steddie deals with chronic pain ficlet. Might’ve wrote this more in vein as a prequel but eh, you’re welcome :D also extra angsty

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Steve used to consider himself as the embodiment of high pain tolerance. Since his junior year, he had been punched in the face many times, had a broken plate in his scalp, injected with Russian drugs, and gotten bit and nearly strangled by interdimensional monsters.

Or as he calls it Tuesday.

But after the Spring Break of Hell, Steve’s been feeling weird. Not the usual looking at my own body when I do things weird, but more physically weird. He doesn’t really know how to describe it even to Robin when he feels like he’s suffocating but there’s nothing around his neck. Or how every day his arms and back sting and pinch him at every breath like ants biting underneath his skin. Or how he’s walking fine until the next second, his knees get stiff and the pain travels upwards right to the top of his spinal cord, the place right on the back of his skull, it aches and aches to the point that he’s frozen but he has to move anyways because he’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

All he knows that it’s probably worse than the intense migraines he’s dealing with since Billy Hargrove and the Russians definitely cracked his right eye socket.

But there’s people who are more hurt than Steve. Like Max and Eddie who need and are getting actual help and care. He almost wants that too, but it’ll just get him in their way. Nobody would look at him and think that his suffering is even the same as theirs.

(Please, his heart and brain begs, look at me and take care of me. It hurts so much.)

So, even with his body betraying him and hurting him in ways he thought wouldn’t happen, Steve isn’t going to admit it. His injuries are healing fine anyway.

But god, can his body just actually rest and not hurt like bitch for one fucking hour?

(I’m sorry for hurting you, his body apologizes again, but it’s what i can do right now.)

It’s gotten more annoying, really. Steve keeps pushing the pain behind him, pointedly ignoring how it’s blurring his vision and pulses his certainly cracked eye socket. He knows it’s affecting his mood, but he doesn’t want to be that asshole King Steve anymore. He doesn’t want to everyone to lose their trust in him. So he keeps smiling, driving the kids, visits everyone, hands out clothes and food, and lives with the acid corroding his entire body.

Unsurprisingly, his suffering pushes back like an exploded dam.

At the Munsons’ new house, he’s visiting Eddie, who’s been more tired than Steve’s ever seen him since being discharged from the hospital. He still talks to the Party but he couldn’t go outside much without his scars and limp acting up.

It’s during when Steve finds himself placing wet towels on Eddie’s bare shoulders (“I can’t waste the water but I need some cold water on me right now!”) that it. Just hits him.

He can’t explain it - he’s never good at explaining anything well - but the sour and tired mood Steve’s been vaulting up vanishes. But then comes the hyperawareness of how much his skin is bubbling and itching with discomfort, his muscles dissolving into bone which are exploding starbursts of agony, and the pulsing under his right eye is slithering through his brain. It should’ve been horrible than the Russian torture, but it doesn’t even hurt. It’s like in class when the teacher is giving an important lesson but Steve is barely listening.

He does feel overwhelmed but so much so it just circles back to apathy. He doesn’t feel himself moving but he does end up on the floor, his face pressed against the frizzy carpet.

“Steve? Are you okay?” He hears Eddie asking. Feels him poking at his buzzing shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something but only says through salt-tasted lips, “Hurts.”

“Oh shit, what hurts? Where?”

Steve doesn’t answer. He closes his wet eyes and refuses to open them. The pain still follows him even when he falls asleep because of course it does. He hasn’t gotten a pleasant night of sleep since the demogorgon burst out of the Byers’ ceiling, but the pains makes him closer to the edge of consciousness than he liked.

When he slowly wakes up, there’s a heavy pressure sitting on his back. Steve lifts his head up and sees Eddie sitting on him, reading a worn book and the towel still on his shoulders.

Huh, that’s new.

Eddie flips a page, his eyes flickering to Steve, who stares blearily back. Eddie gives him a small smile. “The king awakes from his slumber as the prophecy foretold.”

Steve blinks. “W-Why are you sitting on me?”

“Wayne lays facedown sometimes after his shifts and I sit on his back almost every time. He says it’s the best massage he ever got.” Eddie says nonchalantly, but then he looks nervous. “Is, is this working for you?”

Steve reflects on his body. The pain is still everywhere but it’s a bit lighter this time. Where Eddie sits on his back is like a fucking miracle - the pressure settled into the muscle and bone where it feels like a portion of how his body used to be before the Upside Down busted into his life.

He grins with long-lost relief, “Yeah, man, just stay here forever. I’m not gonna move again.”

Eddie looks at him pensively, putting his book away. “Steve, are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, this is kinda weird but I don’t mind it.”

“Steve, are you okay?”

He doesn’t cry, but Steve feels the tears trickling down his face and over his nose. He sniffs, blinking rapidly as Eddie gets off him and the pressure disappears so the pain comes back in its ugly sense. Steve turns around so his back on the ground and he’s staring at the ceiling, refusing to look at Eddie. He never cried before even when his body started hating him and he started hating movement.

“Hey, hey, Steve. Look at me, big boy.”

He does. Eddie is laying right next to him, his worried doe eyes staring at him. Fuck, he looks so kind and Steve shuts his eyes, clamping a hand over his mouth. The phantom pain of the demobat’s tail returns, but it feels more wet and clogged.

Eddie’s hand is on his. Gently moving Steve’s hand away from his mouth. Eddie is still looking at him as he says, “You hurt worse if you don’t ask for help.”

Steve opens his mouth. For an awful second, he wants to yell at Eddie ‘what the hell do you know about feeling like complete shit”. But he doesn’t and he is so fucking glad because it would’ve been so hurtful to Eddie and Steve would feel even more in agony that he just proved the other boy’s old impression of him as an asshole.

Instead, when Steve opens his mouth, he doesn’t say anything and starts weeping. He sobs like a baby and Eddie is holding him closer now, his face pressing against Steve’s messy face.

Moments pass in a blur. Steve stops crying. Eddie has moved himself on top of Steve, the familiar weight pressing the pain down and forcing his bones and muscle to rest. Their faces are closer to each other now, Eddie’s nose brushing Steve’s chin.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks again in a hushed tone.

Steve gives a little shrug. “A little.”

“Is this okay?”

Steve isn’t sure if he’s talking about laying on him or this new kindle of their friendship or both. But he nods, carefully wraps his arms around Eddie’s torso, and rests despite the pain stiffening him.

[beestriker015]

Yandere Monika x bullied male s/o

Monika noticed that her s/o hasn’t been his usually happy and upbeat self lately.

She tried to ask him if something’s wrong, but he just put on an obviously fake smile and told her everything is fine.

“Nothing’s wrong hun, just a….r-rough day is all.”

Monika tried getting s/o to open up to her, but to no avail.

That’s when she decided that she was going to quietly follow (stalk) her boyfriend around to try and find out why he’s been so down.

The next day after school, she watches her boyfriend from behind a corner as the captain of the football team and his friends push s/o up against a wall.

“You’re such a loser s/o, I don’t understand how you ended up with a babe like Monika.”

“Yeah, she’s probably only dating him because she feels bad for him, there’s no way someone like her could ever really like a nobody like s/o.”

“Enjoy her pity while you can loser, it’s only a matter of time before she finally dumps you for a real man like me.”

The football captain and his friends laugh as tears stream down s/o’s face, breaking Monika’s heart.

“Aww, look at that boys, the loser is crying like a big baby. You’re so pathetic s/o, I’ll give you something to cry about!”

The football captain punches s/o in the face, knocking him to the ground as he is repeatedly kicked in the gut by the bullies.

Monika has seen enough and is beyond pissed, hearing these dumb jocks saying such terrible things about her boyfriend and her relationship with him makes her blood boil, and to see her beloved physically attacked by them is a crime worse than murder in her eyes.

The bullies quit their assault and leave as s/o struggles to get back on his feet, Monika rushing over to help him up.

“M-Monika?! I guess you saw the whole thing huh? You probably think everything they said is true right?”

She pulls s/o into a tight hug as tears fall from her face.

“No s/o, don’t listen to a single word they said. I love you more than anything in the world, and you are in no way a loser. I will not let those pricks hurt you any more honey, I’ll take care of it.”

S/o hugs her tightly, making Monika smile.

“T-thank you Monika, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. B-but how are you going to deal with them?.”

Monika chuckles and smiles sinisterly, unbeknownst to s/o.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that s/o, I’ll…take care of everything.”

S/o gets a bad feeling in his gut, but ignores it as Monika walks with him to his house to care for his injuries.

The next day, the football captain and his friends didn’t come to school, much to the relief of s/o.

Monika smiles to herself as she remembers the bullies’ cries as she deleted them from existence, not that s/o would ever find that out.

No one is allowed to hurt her darling s/o, for if they do, then….

They too will meet a painful and agonizing end…

[muserryy]

LARRY'S LITTLE KITTEN

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☆•° Harry, Louis with his broken wrist and their Little kitten, blue. hope you enjoy :)

James invited Harry and Louis as well as some of his other friends for a fun and light-hearted lunch. Everything was going well and good but then they both ended up at the hospital.

Louis William Tomlinson is quite a sass-master and though he may be sassy and unapologetic, he's also one of the kindest folks you'll ever meet. He appreciates a good joke now and then but when people get on his nerves and tease him and make fun of his physical attributes, more specifically; his height. He always knew how to fire back with a sassy quip. 

After lunch, everyone moves to the outdoor space of the house and gets busy gossiping and stuff. The sun is up but the weather is still pleasant and comfortable. The sound of soft music playing in the background and chatting provides a delightful environment. Harry is sitting there being kind and all smiley, having simple talks with anyone while Louis is busy with his own friends and mutuals as he stirs the glass in his hand.

Harry's head turns to Louis when he hears his voice carried by a loud laugh.

"wanna bet? I am very speedy, you know?" Louis says as his fellows tease him. 

Harry frowns not knowing what they are on but he goes to Louis and stands beside him when a guy starts calling out everyone.

"What's going on?" He asks him in a whisper.

"A race." He replies.

"A race?" Harry frowns.

"They think, they can win against me just because I’m short… I need to prove them wrong."

Harry sighs and shakes his head. "You know you don't have to do it just to prove them?" 

"Harold!" Louis fake gasps. "Do you think I'm gonna lose?"

"I never said that," Harry rolls his eyes.

Louis sweetly smiles at him, his eyes almost shutting.

"You, my love, just hold my beer and enjoy the race." He says, handing him his glass and walking away as the race is about to start. 

The garden is approximately 30 metres long. They decide that the one end of the garden will be the scratch line and the rear end will be the finish line. 

"The first one to touch the wall will be the winner." A guy says, seeming more than excited ever. He then smirks at louis.

Louis keeps a straight face, not showing much of his expression as they take their positions. 

"on the count of three. "

one. two… three! 

Louis starts dashing as others do the same. Shouting started and the names of the sprinters were being yelled.

Harry places the glass down and intensely watches, especially Louis who is at the very first. His celerity is actually so high that his body doesn't slow down when he gets near to the wall. His palms make contact with the wall and his body jerks back from the impact and he falls to the ground. 

Harry immediately slaps his palm over his eyes. He already knew something was about to happen. When there is louis, there is a happening but little did he know it's even worse this time. Nothing like slipping into the pool when one day Louis and some of his mates were drunk and tried walking in a straight line on the edge of the pool or trying new skateboard tricks in front of his friends but end up falling on ground, that caused him a minor backache. 

Harry sprints to where the lads are now crowded.

"You see I won, I told you, I told you!" Louis stands up and suddenly feels a sharp pain in his wrist, causing him to yelp but that doesn't stop him from shading them.

"So now.. I thought I was shorty? I beat you. It must mean that you're shorter than me, right?" Harry hears his sarcastic tone as he gets near them. 

The guy, who challenged Louis, laughs breathlessly and pats on his shoulder.

Harry comes to the front, seeing Louis shaking his right hand. "Ow!" He again yelps in pain.

"What happened? " Harry asks, moving closer to him. 

"Broke my wrist maybe." He giggles as shakes his hand again. "fucking hell, it hurts!" 

"Don't do that!" Harry stops him. "Is it hurting too much? let me check!"

"I guess it's just a little pain from the sudden crash." He tries to assures but he himself knows it's something worse as the pain starts getting unbearable.

"Louis, just let me see." Harry carefully takes his right hand and lightly presses his fingers to his forearm and then his touch wanders down around his wrist. That's when Louis again curses in pain.

"Maybe it's really broken…" James murmurs to Harry, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

Harry looks at him worriedly, "we should go to the doctor. right now!"

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The doctor takes an x-ray to assess the damage. He then immobilizes his wrist in a splint for support and so that bones can grow back together properly. 

After 2 days, the doctor discharged Louis and ensured a successful recovery. and now they just got home from the hospital.

"Oh C'mon Harry," Louis whispers but giggles while sitting on the bed. "I did win."  

Harry glares at him and his voice gets deeper. "congratulations! you proved them wrong but they don't even care. guess your wrist is just collateral damage, huh?"

"Well fuck, I didn't know this would happen. Did I?"

Harry keeps looking at him, he is not the one to shout or yell when he gets angry. He does become frustrated but he tries not to raise his voice or use profanity.

Louis tries to remove his pants with his uninjured hand. He did and threw it on the floor leaving himself in his boxers. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he is familiar with his lover's habit.

He is about to remove his sling. "Don't!" Harry interrupts.

"I need to change. It smells like shit from the hospital."

Louis removes his sling carefully and tries to pull his shirt up but it was difficult with one hand.

Harry glares at his boyfriend, knowing he won't ask for his help so he just goes to him and kneels down in front of him. Carefully grabbing the hem of his shirt and helping in the process making sure not to make his wrist jerk in any way.

Now the shirt is finally off. Harry stands up taking Louis's shirt and his pants, which he threw on the floor not too long ago. He puts it aside. 

Louis just watches him like a child, shifting the fringes on his forehead to the side. 

Harry takes out his grey tshirt, which is obviously big for Louis. Walking back, and kneeling down he puts the fresh shirt on him. It wasn't typical like before as the shirt was big and loose. He then put on his sling. 

Still kneeling down, Harry stares at Louis, who was sitting on the bed, staring back at him. 

Silence. 

"Look, I'm not sorry, " Louis starts. "Because I didn't know this would happen. But if I had known and still decided to race and broke my wrist anyway, then maybe I would've apol-" Harry stops him from rambling by cupping his face with his hands and putting his thumb on his lips.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." He says, caressing under his lower lip with his thumb. "I know that you take jokes but there's no need of proving anything to those people. They just like seeing you annoyed."

True. His sarcastic humour and hilarious comebacks would've been enough for them. 

After a moment, Harry brings his face closer to him and kisses him on his lips, their nose nudges. Louis kisses him back softly and sighs as they pull away. 

"I'll make you some tea." They both stare into each other's eyes again. 

"I'm sorry.." Louis says, pursing his lips when he sees Harry frowning. "We had to cancel our evening trip to the flower shop because of me."

oh, the little evening trip to the flower shop. Harry smiles, knowing that he's genuinely sorry. 

Louis knows how much Harry likes to visit random stores and places such as flower shops, books and stationery stores even if he doesn't make much purchases, he just likes to admire such places and stuff. It's peace for him and Louis always likes to accompany his man. 

"it's not your fault… and we can do that any other time." Harry pecks his lips again. Standing up, he walks to the kitchen and Louis follows him.

Harry sets the kettle on the stove and begins making tea while Louis sits on one of the stools near the counter. Harry serves his homemade cookies on a plate and sets it in front of Louis.

They were talking when they heard a mewl sound, making their heads turn towards the tiny kitten. She crawls near Harry's feet and starts snuggling into it.

"Aye kitty, saw you after a long day." Harry crouches down and picks the little creature in his hands. Harry did come back to check up on her when Louis was at the hospital.

"This lil' shit!" Louis rolls his eyes as the kitten comes into his view.

"Loueh!" Harry scolds him, softly.

"You know I don't like her, we brought her here just because you wanted."

"At Least don't call her such names." murmures Harry. "Just look at her," He brings the cat near louis' face.

"Keep her away from me." Louis turns his face away, making a look of disgust as Harry laughs, pulling the kitten back.

"She's gonna be a great company during your broken wrist phase."

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2 DAYS LATER 

Harry is done writing in his journal for today. He keeps it inside his closet and walks in the living room to find Louis sitting on the couch watching some unknown entertainment on TV. But what surprises him the most is the kitten sitting on his lap. Harry squints his eyes on the cat to see one of her tiny legs covered in a gauze.

"What am I missing?" Harry asks, surprised.

"Well, she is a great company and… is cute." Louis runs his uninjured hand over the cat's little but soft furry head.

"Told ya, didn't I?" Harry sits next to Louis. "And what happened to your leg?" He asks the cat.

The cat lifts her gauze covered leg and looks at Harry, making her usual sounds.

"We were just bored so I did it." He looks down at her and smiles "yeah, blue?" Who replies with a meow.

"Blue?"

"That's her name."

"Why blue, though?"

"Because…" Louis shrugs. "She likes the colour of my eyes."

"Okay, now how do you know?" Harry turns his body to him, getting amused by this conversation.

"Because She kept our eye contact without breaking it at any point."

"Oh really?" Harry chuckles and shakes his head "so you thought she likes the colour blue?"

"yeah, she even likes it when I flip her off." Louis adds, making Harry laugh even more.

"I'm serious! you don't believe me? well...look at this." Louis puts his middle finger right in front of her face and she takes a hold of his mid finger with her front legs and snuggles her face in his hand. 

Harry covers his face with his hands, he can't stop laughing.

He cups Louis's face from the side and kisses him on his cheekbone. He presses his cheeks against louis' and they both smile down at their kitten, blue.

The 3 of them got busy as the TV was already being ignored for a long time.

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thank you for reading <3

[a-aexotic]

hi, this might be a bummer to request, but could you do katniss or peeta condoling the reader after her father’s death?

—cw: unedited, severe descriptions of grief, sadness, mentions of abandonment of a parent, hugging/crying —a/n: okay i'm going to do peeta!!!! i hope you enjoy it babe<3 this felt a little platonic but you can read it as either, just imagine them kissing after!!!!

IT SEEMED LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD HAD COME CRASHING DOWN. Y/N felt numb. When she had heard the news, she felt many different emotions; denial, anger, disbelief. She couldn't control the screams and sobs echoing from her mouth, the tears rolling down her face onto her shirt, her heart aching to hear her father's voice just one last time.

After about a few days of her finding out, all the pain faded into numbness. All the crying had eventually stopped; she felt as if her eyes couldn’t produce more. Y/N couldn't function like she did before, she couldn't even fake a smile or laugh even if she tried. All her happiness faded away into numbness and it felt like any emotion was impossible to feel.

Even if she did feel anything, it felt muted. Like something was covering the feelings with a piece of fabric and she could barely feel a thing; like drowning, or suffocation. Soon she desired to even feel a bit of anything, even the pain she had experienced.

Peeta felt and saw the difference in Y/N. He wasn't as close with her as he used to be, but she wasn't the same after her father died — that girl died with her father. She had shut everyone out the moment he died. Peeta had a sense of what she was feeling; it sure wasn't grief of death but it was a grief of something more, something arguably worse than death; losing a parent mentally rather than physically. Abandonment.

Y/N sat on the outskirts of District 12, looking out to the beautiful sunset, trying to enjoy it. But unbeknownst to her, a certain blonde had followed her. He didn't exactly mean to, he was just curious where the girl goes after lunch every day.

She goes there to feel the breeze on her face, trying to feel the calm air around this area. It was also her father's favorite place. She heard a twig snap and she whipped her head around. She let out a sigh silently relaxing at the sight of Peeta.

"Hey," he started. Y/N didn't feel like talking, but she didn't want to just shoo him away; maybe it was his spot as well. There aren't many places to get away in District 12.

"Hi."

Peeta started walking towards her, sitting by her. Not to close though, a fair amount away. He didn’t want to overwhelm her: they hadn’t had a full conversation in a while. There was silence for about sixty seconds before Peeta spoke up again. "How is your family doing?"

Y/N felt her heart break a little bit of the thought of her family's situation. It'd only been a few months since her father died but everything was going to absolute shit.

Her mother started picking up more shifts at work and her little brothers started working at the coal mine; it was what they needed to do to keep themselves out of complete poverty. She had became the mother — she made the food, cleaned the house and went hunting because her mother was busy. "Fine."

"I heard your mother's started working at the bakery since she's a great baker, apparently." Peeta tries to make conversation but she didn't really want to talk as of right now. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

"Yeah, she is."

Peeta sighs, looking down at the dirt. "Y/N, I-I want you to know that I'm here for you. I know we aren't close as we used to be, but I still am here no matter what. When I said we could always talk, I meant it."

She stayed quiet, averting her eyes to look at Peeta, then back at the sky. "I know," she replies quietly.

"Then talk to me, let it out. Please, Y/N. I want my best friend back. How are you feeling? " The last part hurt her heart a tiny bit. She looked down and sniffled. "I want to help you, so please let me."

"I don't know. Fine."

Peeta scoffed and he put his hand on her shoulder, making her look up at his eyes. "You're not. I know you. I'll ask you again, how are you feeling; answer honestly."

He didn't want to pressure her into speaking but he knew she wanted to. She had no one else to talk to, she was the oldest sister; she had to be strong for her family and for friends, she had none at this point.

"Peeta, I can't. I don't know how I feel. I don't feel anything, after he died I haven't felt anything." She finally speaking out, sighing exasperatedly. "It's like every part of me died with him and now I'm a shell of a person."

Peeta felt heartbroken. He shook his dead, "you're not a shell, Y/N. I know the old you is somewhere, Y/N/N." The nickname slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly; so natural and Y/N's heart warmed a little. "We just have to work on it, we can get you back. And feelings are what make us human, so they also come back. It's just grief."

"But why am I not normal yet, it's going to be four months. My family are all fine now, but I'm not. Is there something wrong with me?" Y/N's voice broke, looking down. This was the closest emotion she's felt to sadness since his death.

"No, no. You're normal, this is fine. It's just how you're reacting to it. And they're fine because they haven't put their emotions away, Y/N. If you bottle everything up to be strong, it's going to come out some other way: an unhealthy way."

"But they need to be strong-"

"You can't be strong if you bottle everything up. Stop thinking about what everyone else needs or feels, focus on what you need." Peeta was frustrated. There was a few seconds of silence before Y/N put his head down, letting out a quiet sob. She put her head on Peeta's shoulder, and her hands on her face.

"Y-You're right." She mumbled and looked up to him, teary-eyed. Peeta felt utterly crushed. She let out a few more sobs into his shoulder.

"It's okay, shh. Let it out, let it all out." He murmured. He slowly put his arm around her shoulder, and let her cry. He wanted this, this was process.

A few hours pass and they still sat there and they both watched the bright stars. They were silent, not saying a word to just enjoy each other's company. She put her arm on his, slowly wrapping her hand into his.

She missed her best friend as well and she was glad he was finally here to help.